Myrtle…

A few weeks ago, I went out to go and see Myrtle.  I usually go and see her on a weekday because we both tend to be free.  She cooks me lunch. I sometimes help her out with a few chores. And I like to make her laugh.  I love it when she laughs.  She makes me laugh too. 

And we talk. A lot. We talk of many things: Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax — Of cabbages — and kings — And why the sea is boiling hot — And whether pigs have wings.

And sometimes we go up to visit Dad’s headstone too. Which usually sprouts stories and more laughs of days gone by. 

I love my mum. ❤️