Well I would love to be able to give my Mum a punnet of raspberries and dollops of cream for her 88th birthday meal this month, but she can no longer eat them.
The kind of raspberries you are talking about......let me think......the driver following me into town rather aggressively and far too close as I was keeping to the speed limit. Mind you, as I was alone I did let out a few expletives! And I put up a finger as he overtook coming up to a junction. He didn't see, but it made me feel better! And to think some people think I am calm and well behaved.
A bunch of roses each to the kind consultant and the lovely nurse who encouraged me to hold on to her hands as tightly as I needed during a painful procedure yesterday.
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