Heading for Home

Across to Stromness to support my mother and to visit Phyllis.  Phyllis read us a poem today she had written during the morning.  She is 91.  The words were very Orcadian and mellifluous, soothing.

My mother revealed to me today that, at the age of two and a half years I spent three months in hospital.  I never knew before.  It explains a lot