Unbelievable

When Mum had her fire in the flat, her first reaction was to rescue the pot of face cream she'd just bought.  It was expensive, but it's lovely stuff although other makes are available (yadda yadda...sounding like the BBC here!). 

No, but the point here is...this pot, which is double-skinned plastic or someuch, survived virtually unscathed from pretty near the seat of the fire!  How can that be?  The fireman reached over the still smouldering remains on her dressing table and said to my Mum "Is this what you're after, love?" (or something very much like that)...and it was! 

Anyway, I spent today with my Mum, carrying out various errands in town and spending ages on the phone with the electricity supplier to the flat so that I could have authorisation to deal with them on her behalf, since she struggles terribly with phone calls and heaven help her if anyone has any kind of accent that's not East End London...she cannot cope at all. 

Mind you, she's still pretty wobbly on her pins since her fall and now seems nervous of falling again, which is not good.  But she's great company when sitting down...so long as you shout a bit!  (Hearing aid appointment booked for early next month, since hers were damaged in the fire.)

Thought for the day:

"Mothers of daughters are daughters of mothers  and have remained so, in circles joined to circles, since time began."  (Signe Hammer)