Meals On Wheels.
My wife loves my mother very much. But, I suspect, is slightly relieved that she's not her mother as mine is 97 and of frail mind and body (see previous post...). I always get the impression that there's a certain smugness there - until now. Her Mom is 20 years younger and is still active and of sound mind and, well, n early body. We invited Mom-and-Dad in-law over the other Sunday for Sunday Roast. So we did the usual going-to-town on the joint of meat, vegetables, roast spuds and the like. We had just got the joint cooked to perfection when the phone rang. "Hello, sorry, I'm not very well and I can't travel, sorry. You haven't gone to much trouble have you?" "Oh no. Not at all(!) ", my wife made that wonderful face like she was sucking lemons. "I, am, not, wasting this piece of meat!" "Got a plan then?" "Actually, yes, the meat's done. The spuds are half done and we haven't started the veg yet. Why d...