@matigo Almost.
Today's breakfast was as enjoyable as last night's dinner. Afer all, it was the other half of a pizza topped with spaghetti bolognese sauce & a hint of cheese.
I've been messing about with Mum's electric mobility scooter. A fancy bit of kit, really. Headlight, tail-lights, stoplights, turning indicators, height/angle-adjustable steering column height & reach adjustable seat with fold-down arms. There's even a low-speed button that over-rides and faster speeds selected by the main speed control knob.
My Dad was the youngest of five kids when his family was forced to leave their southern metropolitan market garden operation in 1933. They took up a derelict dairy farm that had been abandoned in 1926 when bushfires destroyed everything except the small farmhous which had been built in 1919. Dad attended the local primary school and won a scholarship later that year to attend a prestigious inner city boarding college for his secondary school years.
He didn't reside on the premises even thought there were facilities for 95 boys to do just that: his favourite aunt (who had qualified as the nation's first female librarian) lived just ¾ of a mile from the school. He saw out the next four years there but hated it cos he was a country boy at heart and yearned for a return to the family farm.
I get really annoyed by folk who've never owned or used an iOS jigger and claim they aren't meant for content creation. Fucken bolloks!
And that's too rapid a reduction in pain meds, a 25 or 33% reduction would have been more appropriate.
Dad never liked the local doctors. He said "If Mary Queen of Scots visited them with her severed head under her arm they'd treat her for a sore throat." Mum shares that sentiment. One of those bastards cut her pain medication by 50% today.
Staying at Mum's place overnight after visiting her in hospital, I left there at 7pm.