We have been blessed with some unusual late autumn seasonal sunbeams. Most unusual for this time of year. Mum even managed to get the sheets dry outside yesterday although the towels still needed to dry in our living room slash laundry.
Please ignore all the laundry drying above me. At least it makes the living room smell fresh.
Tonight mum was lucky and got to go out. She went and saw Billy Connelly, who is on tour here. She loves him, loves that he makes his comedy act like a circling set of stories about family, friends, jobs and people he has met, and he seems to crack himself up laughing at stories he has told a hundred times. I guess it is much like an actor standing up giving a one man show every night. It was only slightly spoiled by the woman at the end of mums row, who arrived late climbing over everybody and then proceeded to scream loudly at everything he said. There is always one isn't there? Even though it started at 8pm, it was all over at 10pm - while quite short mum understands that Mr Connelly needs his rest, and as mum is getting older she appreciates being home by 10:30pm too as that is late enough on a school night and mum is on-call tomorrow night so is keen to hit the pillows.