Going North again

Another trip to Inverness to visit the Aunty. She's in great form for a 97 year old, her short term memory is only a little worse than mine and Donalds. D's latest escapade was losing his new ironware frying pan. He had come home late from an event and mouth-wateringly thought of a nice fried egg as he drove home but once home searched everywhere for the pan. He boiled the egg in the end but still baffled the next morning went out to the rubbish bins which as yet hadn't been emptied. Rummaging in the black bag he saw his bright and shiny orange frying pan. So Aunty is doing okay comparatively, I'd say.