My mother is eighty-six-years-old, and I am so proud of her. She lives alone, cooks, cleans, and loves watching football. She is also never in.
Rather like the Queen, you feel you have to make an appointment to see her. Recently I rang in the hope of arranging to see her before she went away for a few days. She is lucky to have a small group of friends who are able to go on trips a couple of times a year, and she was joining them for a Tinsel & Turkey festive week’s holiday at the seaside. A bit cold for the seaside? I hear you ask. Well, yes. But we are British and never let a little cold, wind and rain stop us, as I remember many chilly summers spent on a beach in Wales. December’s often not that different.
Anyway, back to visiting my mum. I felt it my daughterly duty to see if she needed any help with her packing. I confess I knew she was pretty good at doing this so there was no imminent danger of having to go through all her drawers and cupboards deciding which clothes and toiletries she would need. If I’m honest, she’s better at it than me. Maybe I’ll be that organised when I’m eighty-six, God willing (that I make it to eighty-six and not that I can pack by then, naturally.)
My mum even had a list! And bang in the middle of that list were two words:
I’ll give it to my mum – she is a star 🌟Now I don’t care if I can pack like her at her age, I just hope I will be able to dance like her.
Have a lovely holiday mum and remember,
Sing like nobody is listening, Dance like nobody is watching, and because it’s Christmas, drink like someone else is paying 💃🥂 ❤️