Went to my brother's wedding on Friday which was a fabulous do in Lovejoy Country.
Sadly one chair was vacant. It was reserved for poor J., a feisty Australian Octogenarian who had come half way round the World to be there but then was taken poorly and rushed off to Hospital in an ambulance.
We took my Ma in to visit her the next day and found her ruling the roost in a ward of 6 people. She was sitting up in bed demanding her cappuccino be re-heated in the nurses' microwave and already had the lowdown on every member of staff.
"They took me down for an APC this morning", she announced.
"That's good", I suggested. "It's amazing what they can tell from these new fangled gadgets".
"Gadgets? Nah, I'm talking about a wash. APC. ArmPits & Crotch".