Day 304I 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.
3 comments:
That's a lovely post and drawing. We have a similar chair - I think it's called a captain's chair.
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!
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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.
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