The diary of a bemused Boomer
Since my father died, I have tried to persuade Mother to make a Will. It has been a decade long guerrilla war fought on behalf of the old fashioned principles of Good Sense and Forward Planning. But I’ve not made any headway. My Wife calls this on-going contest the ‘War of the Wills’. Mother isContinue reading “Mother is like a gorilla”
Mother is 95 years old. Her mind is as sharp as ever as is her tongue. ‘Your stomach is larger than your father’s when he had his stroke. If you don’t do something soon, you’ll go the same way,’ she says. She reserves her lectures for me. Everyone else gets a grey-age, charm offensive. SheContinue reading “Letter to Mother”