97 today.
She just phoned and I sang to her. Sadly, her cake will have to wait until next week by which time I hope to have recovered from this bloody 'flu.
"I was just thinking," she said, "did you know that I worked for the county council for 10 days for which they didn't pay me?"
"Really?" I replied.
"Really. I was there 42 years and 10 of those were leap years. That's 10 29ths of February - 2 working weeks - without pay."
"I suppose it is. Mind you, I think you've got your own back on them for drawing your pension for the past 37 years."
"I jolly well have, haven't I?"
She wouldn't hear of me doing any shopping for her. I normally shop on a Tuesday, so she's OK for most things. Last week, though, she decided she had enough milk and asked that I buy her a pint later in the week. Then I got flu, as did Dez and Mrs. Wow, and we certainly don't want to give it to her. She's been drinking her tea and coffee black since it ran out.
