OK, so it’s difficult to know what to give my guardian Pauline Conolly for Mother’s Day. Well I’m in lock-down, and I can’t get to the shops. Yes, I could pick a bunch of flowers, but that’s a bit ho-hum.
Anyway I decided to be creative and recycle one of the ballons we put up for Dr Bob’s birthday. I chose a blue one, because Pauline’s been feeling a bit blue. That’s because Premier Gladys (I can’t spell her last name) said we can’t go out for coffee and cake yet. It’s a balloon lady, and I really think Pauline will love her.
I made a man balloon too. The problem was that the lady one started to deflate, a bit like poor Pauline’s spirits.
Wow, she’s not looking well at all now (I inadvertently sat on the man one and he popped.) My lady is sort of mirroring Pauline’s mood and even beginning to look like her, isn’t that the weirdest thing?
TWO HOURS LATER……
Crikey, I think my lady has reached the end of the road, so to speak. Poor thing. Now what am I going to do for a present?
For heavens sake, I had to make Pauline breakfast in bed instead. Only one problem….. had to get up at the crack of dawn before Dr Bob started making porridge. But guess wot? I snatched success from the edge of disaster….go me!
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! – I may be an editor, but I never know where the damn apostrophe should go.