A Raw Day

Over to Dounby to see my Mum in the care home; exceedingly chilly.  She has had a second change of room in three weeks.  Apparently she was wandering trying to get back to be with the original cohort of residents.  She has a nice cosy room with an interesting enough view – she can see plenty of folk ootside.  True to form today her very first words were: ‘Oh’ it’s you.  Earlier I was watching folk decorating – in the nude’.  Even more alarmingly she asked if Fran and Anna are still on the go.  I had to use her smelling salts.  I later related this to Kirsty  - whose window she now look across at.  Last night’s party went well ad Scullion didn’t embarrass himself. 
 
Where do questions come from?  Asking for a man’s man.