“Everything’s late this year,” said my aged mother, when I took her a cup of tea in bed this morning.
I thought that was rather unkind – it was only seven o’clock and who on earth expects their visitors to provide tea in bed before that on a Sunday?
But the theme has continued throughout the morning:
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“So, what are you doing to further the revolution?” I ask.
Mainly, I’m trying to distract her from her woes, but I do think that if you’re nearly 90 and want the revolution to come in your lifetime, it’d probably be a good thing to be pro-active about it.
At first, she doesn’t think there’s much an old woman like her can do.
Then, “I could carry a placard.”
This is good: she’s no longer thinking – or complaining – about how cold and wet it is.
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