page 2 rule Britannia
page 2 Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves. The garden is really coming together now, even mother has mentioned, in passing, that a friend of hers has said so. {I’ll take that as a back handed compliment} Well I am outside tidying up and round the corner comes a vision that I can only describe as Britannia holding a garden hoe as her trident on a mobility scooter. “I’ve come out to help you, but if all you can do is laugh I won’t bother” mother can be so indignant. “Yes fine ok no problem” well I’m not going to stop her working not when I can get a giggle out of it. “What are you planning to do?” “I can sit on my scooter and do some weeding of course. “ (Brandishing a hoe with intent to do damage) Oh I never stop a willing worker when there’s a lot to do and that hoe looked lethal. So mother was positioned by a flower bed the seat on her scooter turned sideways and I left her to it. Hoe in hand poking at the weeds . What a beautiful day it...