Hello my dear Bloggeroos, today I have a lovely tale about my dear old Mumsie.
My Mum is one of those wonderful people who says something so hysterical without realising it.
Here's an example from when we we were kids getting loud at the Dinner table,
"Shut your mouths and eat your dinner!"
She is also very good at taking someone down "a peg or two"
See my previous post here The Rain In Spain Stays Mainly on the Plain
You may remember from another previous post here Anyone Who Had a Heart that a few years ago my Dad was in hospital following a triple by-pass operation.
So, I'll paint the scene............................
Daddio's operation was carried out at Leicester Hospital, approx 60 miles from where we live. There was a special B&B right next to the hospital where family members could stay, so Mum booked a room.
She booked a twin room and my sister, Mandy went with her, as, coincidentally Mumsie had also had an operation two weeks before and had had a replacement knee fitted. Mandy was there both to share the trauma of Dad's op and to be of practical help to Mum who was still on crutches.
The evening I went over from Lincoln to visit Dad following his op. it was chucking it down with rain.
I bumped into Mandy and Mum in the Car Park and the three of us walked into the Hospital arm in arm, trying to keep hold of Mumsie. Mandy and me were nervous of her falling over, as she was trying to be clever and manage on only ONE crutch.
Mindful of the fact that the highly polished floors could be slippery, Mandy said to Mum, quite sternly,
"Mum, wipe your crutch on the door mat!"
Mum was furious and retorted,
"What do you think I am? A bloody terrier!"
The three of us fell about laughing. We laughed so much we were crying and every time we stopped, we started giggling again each time we looked at each other.
Dad's ward was three doors down from the entrance, the Nurse was walking by his bed and asked, "Are your family coming this evening, Charlie?"
"Of course they are - can't you hear the rowdy devils! Here they come look, Curly, Larry, and Moe."
We were still giggling when we got to the ward, and he was eager to hear what we'd been up to. We told him that we would only tell him, if he held on firmly to his stitches, which he did.
"You three!" he said. "None of you are quite right in the head!"