The wanderers return

Nine o'clock tonight Dad arrives on the doorstep ... and as it's a well known fact that mum does not normally like being left alone at home at this time of night, we ask him where Mum is. Dad explains that he had dropped her off at Auntie's house half a mile round the corner but wasn't prepared to stay to listen to all the women chattering nonsense.

So we settle down to watch TV, check out the new fence (more on this later) chat about the upcoming family events, peer at the sleeping Zoo ... before we are disturbed thirty minutes later by a continuous chiming of the door bell and a pounding on the front door.

I open the door to a frazzled looking Mum ... "I found an angel" she yells waving frantically at an asian girl pulling away in a car. It would seem that when Dad dropped Mum off, he didn't actually wait to see her enter the house, so although the lights were on, evidently no-one was at home. Mum had no money and no phone but managed to make her way down the steep hill and get to the closest busstop, where she took the opportunity to take a breather. It was at this point that her angel turned up asking the "Bhagi on the bench" what she was doing out at this time of night on her own and offering her a lift.

PS. Goldie came home today too ...