Page 26 Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

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Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

But will mother agree.

As mother has taken to using the walker in public now, when she asked me to buy her some more t-shirts, I suggested using the walker and choosing her own. That suggestion was met with some trepidation, which I suppose was understandable, as it would involve some walking.

“How about we go to the bank this week see how I manage and the shops next time” says mother looking hopeful.

“Alright, if that’s what you want to do its fine by me”

So off we went to the shops. I drive now that mother has finally given up (people are safe at last) but now I have a front seat driver.

“Stop I have forgotten my glasses” shouts mother just as I am turning round.

 “How can I watch the roads without them” states mother.

“You don’t need to, I am driving”

“Yes but I am helping” (is blind folding her legal or classed as abuse) Instead I go back into the house and get the glasses.

“Alright you can go now” (thanks mother)

That’s only the beginning, in the drive I had watch the wall, mind the garage and...

“Whoa” (heck now mother thinks in a horse)

“What’s the, whoa for” I ask.

“The main road, you can’t just drive across” (can I use a gag as well)

“Mother I was already stopped”

“Just making sure. There are cars my way. Wait there are some your way. Ok you can go now” I stay put.

“Why didn’t you go it was clear, we will have to wait again now” mother says.

“Who is driving mother, me or you?”

“You are, I am helping” I glared at her.

“Then let me drive” I say firmly.

That kept her quiet until I was across the road.

“You’re going to fast” mothers off again, I’m doing forty miles an hour.

“Slow down for the roundabout”

“Mother my foots already on the brake”

“I have to tell you in case you forget, go this way for the bank, and watch those children” (the children are on the path.)

By the time we get to the bank I am starting to think taking over the driving was a bad idea. I park the car and get her walker out and put it by the open passenger door ready for her...

“Did you have to park by the kerb? It is harder to get out” mother groans.

“I could park the other way round, but then you would have to get out with cars coming past” 

“Oh yes” was all mother said to that and got out the car.

We stood in the queue, at the bank and walked to the post office, mother was shattered.

“Here you go mother sit down on this bench and rest, I’ll pop over the road and fetch some cakes” how to make someone happy, cake.

 Mother sat watching the world go by, when I went back she was in conversation with another women, putting the world to rights. Which gave me the chance to gather my wits ready for the drive home.

Mother was happy on the way back chatting about this women and her problems and how she had enjoyed the trip out. It was decided that going round a clothes shop was possible with the walker, so long as mother didn’t stand for too long.

Till next time