Oh I do love to be beside the seaside!  The smell is evocative, the taste of salt on my lips, my head spins.

Mother was keen to complete anything she needed to do for Christmas today, quickly followed by a desire to sort her funeral.  I asked if she was keen to leave us and she answered correctly, but like all girl guides she says its good to be prepared.  Perhaps they are offering a free marks and spencer voucher?   

I long for a shopping list full of chicken tights and other such delights, but she has stopped writing those.  I sneaked another avocado in her basket.  It's a weekly defiance - she says they are too expensive and I argue that she needs to spend her money on something and it should be something she likes.  The next week the avocado has been eaten and I smile knowing that I have achieved a small victory.

I intend to be much more disgraceful and defiant in my old age.