
This is my mum. In her heyday. She is MUCH, MUCH older than this now.
Inspired by this interesting post from Nickie at Typecast and the news story on which she based it, I felt compelled to blog a little about our very own Über-nana: my mum, Tricia. Seven years ago, we built an extension on the side of our house and permanently installed the old girl in it – an arrangement we’ve (almost never) regretted. My mother is 77, but she’s built like a whippet and strong as an ox. And she’s pretty much devoted her life since to helping us with childcare and babysitting, housework, laundry, gardening, dressmaking, DIY (the woman knows her way around a Black & Decker alright), and countless, countless other acts of domestic minutiae.
Her end of the deal is that she’s rent and bills-free, and – divorced singleton that she is – has company for life. (And yes, there’ll be no going back – there’s nowhere else for her to go now, if she wanted to. It’s a done deal.)
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