Amid the wails of I am dying and in terrible pain, along with extraordinary tales of her bowel problems (it has just been discovered that she has an extra bowel loop), Mother can still amuse us. As we were in Sydney, Mother's best friend forever took her out last Thursday. Margaret is quite rich from her husband's business and has a very smart black sports Mercedes, which she won't drive because it is too complicated. Instead she took Mother shopping in her step son's car. The central locking failed and Mother had to go from her walking frame and crawl over the driver's seat to get to the passenger seat.
"Great knicker show", the woman who was nearly in hysterics in the parked car beside called out. I guess it was not the most elegant car entry. I can well imagine and you have to see my mother in action to understand.
As long as I can remember Mother has been a barley sugar eater. Given she has high blood sugar, I wonder if it is wise that she eats barley sugar. Glucose is sugar? There was a Mother letter waiting for us when we returned from Sydney. On page #134 she said, I fell asleep while I was sucking a barley sugar and when I woke, it was stuck to the side of my face and had entangled my hair. I was a very sticky mess.
Well, I do have recollections about waking up a sticky mess, but never from barley sugar.