Auntie Gladys and the horses

I had to take my lovely 85 year old Auntie Gladys to hospital on Thursday for an operation to remove a cancer on her hand so I thought I better dress nicely, didn’t want to let her down.

Here she is a few summers ago sat in her garden in her best straw boater.  Well she regaled the doctors and nurses with her tales about her interest in the horses and how she liked a bet on a Saturday and how she follows certain stables and owners.

The local Chinese chippy man calls her Mrs Hobbs after one of the owners and often asks her for tips.

When they asked her how she was going to manage on her own cooking she told them she was quite able to throw a few peas in a pan.

As we came out of the recovery area I spotted this painting on the wall and pointed it out to the nurses and we all had a good giggle. Auntie Gladys said “How’m I goin to write me bet out now with this pot on me arm” and set us all off laughing again.

There’ll be lots of hospital visits over the coming months so I better get my outfits sorted for more high jinx’s with Auntie Gladys.  The nurses loved my clobber especially when I said it was a combination of vintage and charity shop finds and recycled curtains, sheets and pillowcases.

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