Have you seen these breeks with holes, slits cut right up and down the leg? It looks as if they have been in a thresher. Trendy in the extreme just now. But not for menopausal women. If I wore a pair of these each hole would be pushed to bursting as croissants of undulating flesh pressed to escape the confine of the trouser so why am I on about them???My niece who went to stay with her Granny recently who did the dutiful parental grandparental thing of putting on the ebola suit on complete with face made before unbidden, emptying her case of dirty clothes and washing them. When Jenny got up 2 and half days later from a win night her granny was rather proud to announced
“Your trousers, the ones with the God awful holes in them – don’t worry they’re not ruined I’ve fixed them for you?
Sewn up the holes.
Long pause, illustrated by tears rolling down cheeks, face going a dangerous deep red and hair alarmingly standing on end and it’s was length. But she rallied not wanting to upset her well meaning Gran.
“You’re welcome dear. Now what would you like for tea?”
I can’t fly. No that is not a comment about my personal feathered wing situation. Fact is I am not permitted to fly on a plane due to an ongoing health condition – yeh I know – yawn yawn. Don’t worry I wasn’t going to splurge out all that stuff – I was just telling you all about it cos I am in the process of planning a road trip with my dear Mum.
Road trip consists of
Her – passenger seat.
Me – driving seat.
Her – old crumpled map. See below.
Me – GPS
I would be lying if I said I didn’t laugh when I saw this map proving my suspicion that she is no Christopher Columbus.
Her – finely tuned destinations decided and confirmed.
Me – fly by the seat of the pants. Oh I do fly! By the seat of my pants I forgot about that.
My Dad once navigated his wee sailing boat round the coast of the north of Scotland with an AA Road Map. It didn’t end well. So I do understand why she is pushing for some definitive answers as to where we are going. She thinks I take after him. I do too.
In May we are off to Spain.
So I am reinvigorating this blog to tell the tale of a road trip with me and her.
Or as she would say “You and I, Alison! Not Me and her”. Yes the travails and travels of this middle aged daughter and my octogenarian Mum on the road.
Jack Kerouac style?
Well that remains to be seen.