Very naughtily we decided to let Mum bunk off church just this once, as the sun was finally out and summer seemed – at last – to have shown its little yellow face.
So off we toddled to Whitstable, with mum, the wheelchair, hats, suncream, water and sunglasses, plus the dog and all their various bits of paraphernalia.
Yes – if you've ever tried pushing a wheelchair laden with granny and stuff, with an over-excited spaniel on a lead dragging forwards one handle of the chair, along a promenade thronging with sun-seekers, with hands all sticky from spilled sweet chilli sauce from the greasy fish fry up we'd just had by the sea, which of course was so far out with 100 yards of mud in the middle that Scrumpy was going spare as we wouldn't let her go for a mudbath/swim – you'll realise it was nice, but a right old sweaty British day out by the sea.
But still – Mum loved it and even though she now claims she doesn't like ice cream (who knew? we made up for it with a nice 99 each), a good day was had by all.
S x