Then we start on the door rattling and window banging. At one point she was sitting on the bed a bit distressed, not really crying, just a bit sobby.
What's the matter? Why are you crying?
Because I've got a large loaf.
So after an entire day of trying to get out of the house I suggested she put her shoes on and we would go out in the car. She refused. I ignored this of course and put her shoes and coat on and helped her into the car. We were only out for 20 minutes which was 19 minutes too long as far as Ma was concerned. A lot of pulling at her coat and trying to rip it occurred. Of course as soon as we got back she was all fluffy again.
She didn't eat most of her tea but did eat some so I let it go and she is now in bed.
I managed to take a reasonable picture (and some I didn't want to - thanks G) and write a poem for a challenge so I've managed to keep my brain in training for a change.
Just remembered another:
Is it going to fit?
Is what going to fit?
Your little brown rice.