In the end I have bought her a very nice scarf - not a posh silky one, but one that I think might suit her. An attractive mix of colours, and quite large - almost a shawl. I suspect she will be off back to Scotland soon and it will be chilly there.
I have just come back from a rehearsal and she has done her back in moving my OH. We are waiting for a gantry hoist - and we wait, and we wait - just as we have done for every tiny thing we have needed. Life is one long fight. Sigh.
Narrow miss. Bus and student on his mobile
Army horses loose on London streets