Glenfarclas

Out to Mum's to discuss our appointment tomorrow about granting power of attorney to me. She's happy enough about it, but we're both aware that some boundary has been crossed; her wee tously fair haired boy that sat on her lap all those years ago has picked her up and now it's my turn to look after her. But we won't be sad and there's no need to bow down defeated before the inevitability of it all. In fact, we won't even acknowledge it. Is that bravery or cowardice? There's a bottle of Glenfarclas to open and a programme all about containers and shipping to watch in her warm little front room.
She'd put too much water in her first glass, but she reckons this one was just right.