Unfortunately my SIL was offered work at the last minute so isn't coming until tomorrow. However, I didn't know this until after I'd told Ma Jane was coming so there was no chance of her staying in the house when she'd already decided we were going out for lunch. She settled on a place in Ramsbottom which does serve very nice food and promptly ordered chips. I urged her to have something else as well, so she ordered onion rings. Hey ho, onions are a vegetable I suppose and the onion rings were easily as big as her head. So that's at least two of her five a day.
After lunch we had another stab at finding this mythical pub. She was insistent that she now knew where it was and off we went. She didn't so we didn't. But at least we've seen the whole of Haslingden, Rawtenstall, Edenfield, Stubbins and half of Rochdale.
We have a bit of a running battle going on. Well, not really a battle, more of a skirmish. She is permanently cold - she's 81 and doesn't move around much so it isn't terribly surprising. I fear I have my very own built-in hormonal Bessemer converter. I think that her choice of clothing doesn't help (she favours floaty, sparkly and generally flimsy things) so I have bought her some fleecy tops, vests and warmer trousers but she still insists on having the fire on. Not a problem so long as I don't have to sit in the living room with her. However.... if I don't she gets very sulky and will sit with the tv and fire turned off huddled in the chair. What to do? I think perhaps a room fan and a cold (hot) water bottle strapped to my head should do it.
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