It's never too late

My mother has been here for nearly four weeks and despite many requests, she has refused to wear her hearing aid. This means that even the simplest conversation has to be shouted and repeated several times. It also means that she often guesses at what she's hearing and we frequently get involved in bizarre conversations that have nothing to do with what has been said. It all becomes quite tiring. She leaves in three days time and has just started to use the aid. Isn't that kind?

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Out to dinner again tonight at Jill and Harry's. In total there are 12 of us which is a bit of a squeeze but great fun nonetheless. Sam does a very good job on the barbecue and starts to undermine my confidence. (You'll get over it - Ed.)