Today Mum and I went to Xmas lunch with the residents from the small block of flats we live in. I wasn’t too keen but I knew Mum couldn’t go alone and she was looking forward to it.
As usual, getting ready to go out took forever. I have learned to tell her to do one thing and not deviate from that until the task is complete. Her brain can barely retain the information and impetus for one task so it’s best not to confuse the issue.
We were finally ready in time and although I notice she is wearing light coloured socks with dark trousers and dark shoes, I decide to let it pass. In truth I just can’t be bothered. Don’t sweat the small stuff!
It is a very sober affair of just 6 of us but a lovely roast dinner and pleasant conversation. I think mum enjoys it although she says very little except to remark on a photograph hanging in the pub. She thinks it is the girlfriend of one of the residents who hasn’t attended. It is in fact Nigella Lawson.