It was a bad day, at the end of a long, hot, bad week. I emailed Daughter2 that I just wanted to survive the next couple of days. D2 made a remark wondering what life might be like in twenty years for me.
“I shall have alzheimer’s and sit on a chair while everyone runs around doing everything for me,” I replied. “And I am going to say f*ck it! to everything and everyone that annoys me. You will all think it is the dementia with a touch of tourettes, but I will really mean it.”
“I will know, and I may wash your mouth out with soap” D2 emailed back.
“Then I shall go on YouTube and tell the world how you treat a poor old lady…”
In my old age I shall be formidable as always!