Having made a resolution to do better with the blog this year, but absolutely shattered when I think of Robin McKinley’s blog (author of Pegasus). Robin has such a distinct, wry, individual voice, I sat down to blog and every thought that has entered my head about blogging was deleted by the evil genie that dwells in my brain.
So I thought I’d update you on Patricia. We nearly lost her between Christmas and New Year when she developed a serious case of pneumonia. Her doctor put her into hospital and a few days later she was a new woman. Home again, she puts me to shame. She irons, yes, irons, cooks (though she did consider meals on wheels for a bit till she decided she was doing OK) and last Tuesday asked us to take her to Bunnings to buy a shovel, hedge clippers, a pruning saw and other sundries. Behind her new flat, she has a lovely garden and is itching to get out there and cut back the geraniums that are running wild, pull out the dead roses and generally get it in order. We all decided discretion was the better part of valour and no one asked how she would manage a shovel when she uses a walker to walk! But she did say if she couldn’t manage it she’d ask someone to do her digging for her. Gotta love such optimism at an age when many people won’t even buy green bananas.
