Elderly Advice

I’m still experiencing technical problems and have just spent an hour getting a very hot right ear while talking on the phone to an Indian lady (doubtless in Delhi) attempting to help my problem. She didn’t but technical support is arriving this afternoon so I hope he can help.

But enough of that. Bussie is improving daily and last night had a few biscuits which is better than nothing. He’s definitely getting more cuddly (and he’s never been cuddly at the best of times) so this is definitely progress.

As the past few days have been somewhat traumatic, what with itching dogs, missing cats and so on, I thought I’d give you a quote of the week from an elderly lady (eighty plus) who went on the Summer Sunshine cruise around the Mediterranean last year with her equally elderly husband.

As they approached the check in desk, he fumbled for the tickets and passports, rheumy blue eyes watering as his wife got ever more fractious.

‘For God’s sake,’ she said. ‘I told you not to put them in there.’ (You know the kind of thing.)

‘Ah – here they are,’ he said finally, and I gave them the necessary paperwork so that they could board. That necessitated further complications while he replaced their tickets in his bag.

‘He’s always like this,’ said his wife with a twinkle. ‘Takes us ages to get anywhere.’ But it was said without malice.

‘Shut up you old fool, let’s get on with our holiday,’ replied the husband as he lurched forwards, bumping into the next person in the queue, knocking sticks, suitcases and suit bags to the floor.

‘Blind as a bat,’ cried his wife cheerfully, steering him towards safety. When she’d grabbed him securely by the arm she looked back at me and winked. ‘Too much sex, you know.’

I had a smile on my face for the rest of the day.