nanny's new wheels

and the secret sunffy

Good news!

My nanny is going home

And by home I mean back to her house, home not the home they refer to in hymns.

She’s been in the hospital a couple of weeks.

I’ve been to visit her three times.

Each time I arrived she was sleeping waking only to wince with pain.

I didn’t dare wake her. She needed to rest.

Others who visited her?

They told me she was moving around, laughing and playing cards.

My healthy Nanny was like Polkaroo or Snuffaluffagus was before the safety perverts ruined the gag - I didn’t believe that she existed - well, in healthy form at least.

She exists and has moved on to some candy apple red two wheeled excitement. No, she didn’t get herself a new Brodie Elan gravel bike. She’s got a hot new walker - fully equipped with two wheels and ninety four year old grey mare horsepower.

When I see her next, I’ll likely bug her about her sleeping.

And perhaps offer her a helmet - just in case she falls again.

That’s what you’re supposed to do right - offer people helmets unsolicited?

Ei…