Thursday, March 01, 2007

Day 304
I cycled over to Mum's and cared for her for several hours. Rain was brewing again so I decided to sketch Dad's old chair while I was there and just do a ride afterwards. Mum sat watching me and trying to remember the words of 'Ain't it good to be blooming well dead'. I wrote some of it down, then ran out of space as she remembered, or made up some more...There goes Aunt Sally , she ain't got no knickers and here comes the pervert, can you see, it's the vicar! Then 10 km ride up and down the hills to Manuka.


Julie Oakley said...

That's a lovely post and drawing. We have a similar chair - I think it's called a captain's chair.

Peceli and Wendy's Blog said...

My goodness, your Mum hasn't lost her sense of humour! I've never heard of that song and I dare not ask for the rest of the words!

Penny said...

I agree with Julie, I think it is a captains chair, lovely drawing and great that you have this time with your mother so she can remember some of those old songs.