The Road Home

The Current Mrs Creel and myself went to visit my Mum earlier today.  She was incoherent, mainly because she hadn’t got her teeth in and point-blank refused to put them in.  We phoned the UN to supply a translator.  The sun made a brave attempt to breakthrough, but the cloud gradually put a stop to all of that.  This view of an Orkney forest is again taken from the car.  Thankfully the morn I have another GP appointment; I’ve really struggled to walk since 8th October.  My dancing pumps are glad of the rest.