“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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“Bad governments bring bad weather,” says my aged mother, complaining that she hasn’t been out of the house for the last ten days. “Roll on the revolution.”
“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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