Inspiration

I met another one of our neighbours today. A lovely woman called Geraldine.  She’s a very sprightly 72-year-old who has lived in the village for the best part of 50 years. Her husband worked on the farm all his life, so they got the house with cheap rent as part of his employment, and even though he died shortly after retiring, the landowners still let her live there. Who says all farmers are arseholes?
The most amazing thing is that her mum still lives with her. Named Olive, she’ll be 98 (that’s NINETY-EIGHT) on Christmas Day, and still does some of the cooking! She only stopped doing the cleaning and hoovering two years ago because, Geraldine says, “She broke her wrist aged 96 and it slowed her down a bit..”
How did she break her wrist, I asked?
“She climbed on the worktop to try and dust the top of the kitchen cupboards, and she slipped on some spilt tea and fell awkwardly”
Amazing woman. I don’t even try to clean the top of our cupboards, and I’m only a third of her age!

RC 21-9-14