Tea Pot

Every morning my mother discovers that the tea pot handle is too hot to hold and reaches in her pocket for a bunch of tissue to wrap around it- at which point I intervene and show her how the padded tea pot cosy makes a much better mitt.

Every morning this plays out as if it had never happened before.

I sometimes think that caring for my mother is like caring for a toddler. the difference being that toddlers learn from their experience. 

Honest Living

Ailz is sorting out Matthew's tax returns for him this morning so Matt brought along one of his cohorts to do the hedge trimming while he and Ailz sit on the patio and confabulate.

The cohort is a huge guy with a beard- very soft-spoken. So soft-spoken I thought he said his name was "Dude" when actually it's Dave. His father is an Anglican clergyman and his brother is a Presbyterian Minister and Dave- when he's not doing casual labour- is a blacksmith. "At least one of you's making an honest living," says Ailz.