The good Mrs P and myself went round to see my Mother today. I hadn't seen her for a few weeks (I really didn't want to pass on my bugs to an eighty-year-old with a bad chest already). She looked and sounded much better than when I saw her last.
The weather was perfect; cool, and clear, blue skies with unbroken sunshine. We had come prepared with loppers, secateurs and gardening gloves, and gave my Mum's garden a thorough spring cleaning.
Getting home this evening our Visiting Cats arrived and joined us in the sitting room. We thought we would have a well-deserved treat and ordered a chinese take-away.
The meal was better than ever. We tried a few new dishes and they did not dissapoint.
They had popped a couple of fortune cookies in with our bag. After our meal I opened mine.
What cheerful thought did my cookie bring to round off a perfect day? I quote
"We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed."
Thanks for that...