I have just returned from the wilds of Hampshire. The visit was worse than I feared it would be. The only saving grace was that I got to spend an evening with daughter number one who lives in Southampton.

Whilst I was with my mother my thoughts turned time and time again to the fact that despite my best efforts I may well be turning into her. If anyone has the solution to this please send the answers on a stamped addressed envelope to the following address.............

I took mother and as it turned out three of her friends to Chichester and sure enough shoe shops were visited, when the conversation turned to the washable shoes that one of them was wearing.......panic set in as my imagination ran wild, one of them was sloshing around in her own urine and could, at any given moment take her shoes off and wring them out, safe in the knowledge that once home she could simply wash them.

Both my mother and I survived our 'few days together' although it was touch and go at times, she has lived to tell the tale and I did not get to lay a new patio after all.

I have just run this blog through the spell checker, spelling never having been one of my strong points and for the first time ever came back with the words 'no errors found', that calls for a celebration as far as I'm concerned.