As usual it's Mothering Monday.
Aunt Selma is still in I.C.U.
And Mother tells me today that she nearly went last week.
*Gasp* Bugger, only nearly?
She was walking to the bathroom and in a great deal of pain and a blackness settled all around her. She said to herself, "this must be the way you die."
But she didn't because she could feel someone pushing her back from the darkness.
That would be the afternoon she rang sounding a bit panic stricken. With my usual sensitivity, I told her to take two asprin and call me in the morning.
It must be true though because she really didn't like talking about it today.
If I find out who was doing the pushing, they're going straight down to the hot place.