Balls
It was my mum's birthday this week, her 83rd. She is doing well in spite of viewing the world through half an eye which is covered with a cataract and progressively degenerating, and living on rat poison to prevent the blood clots doing their damndest to her. So we do things gently when we get together, but we love to shop and garden, or garden and shop. Whichever! This week-end we shopped and I gardened whilst she did the gaffer's bit, snoozing gently in her chair whilst I worked, then coming outside to tell me what to do next! Always the perogative of the boss - and she can grow parsley!


She also has balls,


large balls,


purple ones - growing in her garden... see?






Me?


I have huge green ones.....