Reminding your Pa that he needs to wash his hands as you enter/leave a hospital ward. Being a bit concerned when a young girl tells you there is lots of Sickness and Diarrhea in the ward today.
Being pointedly ignored ( I think I must have slipped into invisibility mode) by the 16 or so professionals at the desks/counters/chairs/computers just outside the ward (I'm sure they are very busy and very very important but cheeesuz....acknowledge me people) when trying to find out about your Ma.
Treating yourself for no reason and buying two Royal Copenhagen eggs....'cos they are pretty.
Dad telling me about meeting Irving Berlin and Dean Jagger and Ethel Merman and Bessie someone.
Realising that sitting on a hospital bed can cause you to be given a withering glare and a 'please get off the bed' being barked at you.
Look away now if delicate.............being told that Ladyparts lose moisture with age.....and that buying Silk over the counter is recommended as 'I believe it's rather good'..........thank you nurse.
Listening to the fabulous Frank Sinatra and thinking how big bands must have been really cool to be in/watch/listen live to.
Thinking how horribly expensive those lovely plantation shutters would be in your bedroom if your sister is paying £800 for one small window!
Wondering if the fact that there is no hot water coming out of the sink tap in the bathroom is going to be a big job or a small job.........and how much it is going to cost.
Having a telephone conversation with a woman that you last spoke to 44 years ago and having her tell you 'you sound just like your mum'.
Your husband fixing the tap!
Thinking that you wish you could find a decent job for your son......
Trying to cheer up your daughter because she feels a bit under the weather and still hasn't decided on her dissertation subject.
Stirring Herman the German Friendship cake mixture.
Seeing your mum in her jamas sat by her bed and looking pretty darn good for a scared and blind 82yr old and thanking mother universe/the fates that she is still here to nag Pa.
Eating cheese and crackers and not giving a care about your belly being a bit tight in your jeans...surely the jeans must have shrunk in the wash? and if not? well what the hell.
Counting my blessings.