To My Dear Mother, who is 75 Today!
Spent the evening with my parent's and made Mother a pasta dish for her tea – my father wouldn't touch it! Their house was freezing cold, even with the parkray fire. Father is still in his shorts – word's fail me! Father was complaining about the cat, who has now taking a liking to the best chair in the house, by the fire!
Fed up with scraping ice from the car, every morning. Roll on Spring!