Was at home with the crippled mother last night and she was showing me the letters from the children she teaches. The most utilised lines were:

1. Do you have a headache?
2. Is the doctor doing ok?
3. I wish I was there when you crashed
4. WHY did you crash your motorbike?

Aside from their declarations of missing her, I think most of the little monsters were more interested in the gory details than in her feeling better.

And also, (because my mum told me I NEED to blog about her leg more because I am ‘trivialising it’), a good couple of weeks in, her foot is semi resembling a foot but is still a weird colour, she still can’t move and the decrepit dog is LOVING the fact she is not the slowest and most crippled member of the family.

And, just thought I’d slot in the yearly pic from Toast Martinborough for all you poor people heading into winter: