Mum turned 90 today. Still going strong, a true viking woman in every sense of the word. A complete inspiration to me – and a fantastic role model.
I am sorry about the times you fell in the bear traps I made, although you must admit bears were never seen around the house. (Note to self – perhaps it was her roars that scared them away…)
I am also sorry about the time my lizards (16) escaped. Who knew they were so wiley? They were never seen again. They probably moved in with the bears. The roaring was quite ferocious, granted.
Happy birthday, Mum. One day I might tell you about the stuff you didn’t notice or find out about. At least I think you didn’t know about.
Not soon though.