Diary date 9th March 2020

Off to local Market Town this morning, which is about ten miles away. This will be an endurance test for Two (The Wily One), being subjected to sitting in passenger seat for that long. One day in the not too distant future I realise that I may have to explain why The Wily One is called The Wily One. I am reluctant to lift the veil on this information, suffice to say, he has caused me a great deal of Heartache in the not too distant past. That is a Big Hint. For the time being, as already stated in earlier blog, Two is my second husband and we have been joined in matrimony for fifteen years. I have three children but Two has no progeny. My son and eldest daughter are both domiciled in different parts of France, and youngest daughter remains in the South East where she lives with The Feckless One.

It dawns on me this morning that I am a living cliche. I actually wake up and smell the coffee, that is to say, I sniff the jar every morning.

I have further concerns about my rapidly ageing body, in particular my arms, which have become ruched. This is never a good look, so I will attempt to Put On Weight, in the hope they will plump out. I must investigate which foodstuffs replenish arms.

We set off in the car, and the journey is accomplished but not without the usual Sharp Intakes of Breath, Winces and Sad Shakes of the Head. All this I ignore, as my primary objective is to purchase a Mother's Day gift for my Mum, who is 94 this April! She lives in a Granny Annexe with my sister in Buckinghamshire, and is still very sharp mentally. She does the Telegraph Crossword every day, and refuses to watch day-time TV until the afternoon. This is admirable, sadly I cannot say the same. I find a pretty nightdress in M & S, and box of sweets to accompany it, then Express Post to ensure it gets there in plenty of time. Can relax now.