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Mum asked me to take her to the doctor for a blood test today, so after a flurry of activity around the house I went to collect her at 11.30am.  We did the doctor pretty quickly, although there was a great deal of confusion as to why she was there. 

Nurse: "Why are you here again"?  Mum: " The doctor phoned and said I was to come in to get some blood taken".  Nurse: "What was it being tested for"?  Mum: "I don't know, the doctor didn't say".  Nurse; "Which doctor was it"?  Mum: "I don't know, I don't think he said his name".  Nurse: "Ach well, we'll just test it for kidneys, that's always useful".  Me: "For goodness sake, why didn't you ask the doctor who he was, and what he wanted to test your blood for"?  Mum: "Look dear, the doctors know best, I'm not going to start asking questions at my age".  Me: "Aaaaaargh!". 

Anyway, as Rocky was showing symptoms of his colitis again this morning, I didn't want to be away from home for too long, so after the appointment we nipped back to mum's house and picked up her wee Westie, Millie,  and then came back to mine for lunch.

Although I still have quite a bit of snow lying in the garden, the two of them were racing around playing Tig and Chase Me,  until Rocky started to fade a bit.  I phoned the vet and booked him in for a visit tonight, and he is now back on antibiotics.

Meanwhile, I got my laptop out, and was showing Mum what Facebook looks like.  Forty years ago she worked in a hotel as a waitress, and befriended a young Egyptian boy who was working there during his holidays from university, where he was studying to become an architect.  Sayed became part of our family that summer, when my daughter was just a baby, and he was like a favourite cousin. 

All these years later and Mum is still in touch with him and now with his wife and children too.  Sayed calls her his Scottish mother, and through the Arab Spring and all the subsequent upheaval in the middle East, Mum has worried about her Egyptian family.  So today I thought we would try to find them on Facebook so that she could contact them more regularly than the postal system allows. 

Unfortunately, we did not have much success.  Still, I'm sure if we just keep trying we are bound to find the right Sayed family, although it appears to be the equivalent name of Smith!  I would love to fix up a Skype session for her with them, possibly for her 87th birthday in May.  If any of you have any tips on how to find someone on FB, where there is a very common name (Mona Sayed, Cairo) please share them with me. 

We had a fun afternoon, and this photo is of Mum holding up a jar of my recently made Marmalade, and laughing in astonishment that it actually looks edible (as she knows how much I detest cooking!).