Went to visit my mum today after talking to her on the phone this morning. She didn't sound too good when I called her, so we went in to see her on the way to Wistow to the school reunion. By the time we got there she was a little better than she had been when we spoke on the phone. She had a fall yesterday - went to get out of bed and her legs didn't want to hold her up. Poor old thing, she really isn't having much of a go lately.
The Wistow school reunion went off well. Mostly oldies there though, not many of the kids who came to the school I went to when theirs closed. I went because my Dad attended Wistow school, as did his brothers and sister. It was great to see those I did know from school, and some of those with whom my father played cricket when I was little.
When I got home, I had messages to call Kellie in Bundaberg, only to learn that she was in a flat panic because Cyclone Hamish is bearing down on the town she lives in with great force. She didn't know what she should do, so I had to spend some time trying to settle her down and get her to organise a cyclone box - you know what I mean - the box you put all the essentials in for use in just such an emergency. I hope she listened to what I told her - or else she just might find herself blown away - literally!!
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