Shagor anyone?

Spent quality old-lady time with my crazy mate Enya today, who was complaining of many ailments, including:

* Burnt chest and arms from the unsupervised use of a loaded hot-water bottle;
* A "tense bra" (not sure what that is but didn't like to ask);
* and "blipper's belly", an exotic complaint I think I share, caused by sitting hunched over the laptop for hours eating biscuits.

First up was the Senior Screen at Woolton Cinema, which today was showing Salt (+ free tea and biccies of course for the auldies). Had a fun time loudly commenting on the improbable script and Angelina Jolie's tremendously well-defined chin amongst other things - no-one complained about the noise we were making as most of the audience were excessively old, deaf, asleep or all three. Enya invented a device made of an empty polystyrene coffee cup with a hole in it to push your finger through, to make it easier to lift it to your face to catch dribble/false teeth/reading glasses. Reckon we could patent that one...

A delicious lunch of fresh sardines and salad followed, and a blip walk round lovely Woolton village and two historic churchyards (and the historic curry house pictured). A few charity-shop books and the obligatory pilgrimage to M&S rounded off the afternoon nicely. I think pictures of her outside interesting establishments may become a long-running series....