Milestones

I'll be phoning Mum later with salutations as she plunges astonishingly deeper into her nineties. I'm hoping the card has got there by now - she didn't mention anything when I rang yesterday and normally it gets there early.

She'll probably have a good moan when I ring. Yesterday's concerned her increasing difficulty in getting around. And I'll do what I did yesterday - hopelessly murmur my agreements along with all her complaints. It's not enough, but it's the best I can do across the distance, and I think it helps ease her frustrations. If you can't have a good moan when you're ninety-odd then when can you?