I need to find a non-alcoholic substitute for sherry. Ma has started to refuse tea or coffee and ask for sherry or wine. Even at 9 in the morning. Now I like a snifter as much as anyone (and possibly more than most) but you can't go drinking sherry at breakfast, notwithstanding the fact that drinking it makes you, and by that I mean Ma, very aggressive.
Refusal to supply sherry this morning resulted in three hours of crying which isn't really a good thing. So any suggestions?
This afternoon Ma spent most of the time clutching a hymn book Dad half inched from church a few years ago which had a small shopping list written by him tucked between the pages. Poor old soul. I sent Simon a text telling him that she'd been holding this hymn book but neglected to say why. He replied asking if she was going to sing. This sent me into such uncontrollable giggles that I had to leave the room. I know that sounds insensitive but it's a huge family joke about how dreadful my mother's singing is... it is still making me fight the urge to laugh out loud.
I've been reading a spot of modern romantic fiction for light relief (and also sobbing like a loon at the endings) written by Mandy Baggot. I urge you to read them, highly recommended. (especially for you Lizabeth! x)
Just made a thing (technical term) using chook thigh fillets, wine, stock, onion, garlic, cream and blue cheese. Served with broccoli and a bit of rice for Ma. It was bloody lovely actually.