Was somewhat concerned about what the local village mafia would have to say about Mothers escapades when I went for my regular salon visit so took her with me to head them off at the pass. It’s been a long time since I saw her glow so much as she regaled the church group with her own exaggerated version of events.
Decided to leave her there with coffee and gossip whilst I went and did the dreaded supermarket shop. Cheered up the monotonous task this week by dropping random items I’d picked up into unattended trolleys as I passed them. I think the pregnancy test in old Mr Armitage’s trolley was quite possibly the best drop of the day, although he was still shopping as I left so I didn’t get to see the result.
Fleeting Moments 