I went over yet again this morning, she was in a terrible tizz because an unexpected parcel had arrived - which I soon deduced must be a Mother’s Day present from her daughter. Phew. Relax.
But at 72 and despite a twingeing knee and a very annoying failure to recall instantly words which I know I know (for crosswords) I always come away feeling like a perky spring chicken with all marbles not only intact, but polished, too.
What a difference a day makes 😢😢



