It's just before 7 am on a very cold and wet Sunday morning. My coffee's close by though to keep me toasty and I've just had a banana and an organic hazelnut yogurt, (yeuk)
There are some things I don't usually talk about, one of them is my deepest past and also family.
Phil's Mum is called Florence, or Flo to us all. She a feisty 90 year old bird and is as tough as an Ox.
I remember the first time I ever met her, I was warned by Phil, never to kiss her or be affectionate like my family is to each other. We kid's still kiss my Father now when we see him, just like when we were little.
Anyways, a huge row erupted in the car going to see Flo as I wanted to be my 'normal' self, but Phil wasn't having any of it (we're going back 27 years here)
On meeting her, I gave her a big kiss on the cheek, which let me tell you, has changed the course of their family history, now everyone kisses each other when greeting (job well done me thinks).
Let me describe Flo to you. She's a strawberry blond and was a looker when she was younger. She has inch long nails painted bright red and she wears her hair in that 40's role kind of look with a big black velvet bow at the back.
She wears ski pants and little kitten heels, with leopard print tops. I think she still fancies herself as some 40's film star.
Flo, is a right old Londoner with a foul mouth when it's needed. She now lives alone in her bungalow and takes herself daily to the shops and bingo.
She has Grand children coming out of her ears but doesn't see them as she has no time for any child at all. To be honest most of them are scared shitless by her. She's very independant and wants help from no one.
She came to ours before we went over to Spain and was up and down an in an out all the show houses on our development. All we kept hearing was 'ohhhhhhh win it nywisssss' lololol.
On our last day in Spain, we got a call from Phil's brother to say Flo had fallen over while putting out the milk bottles for the milkman.
She shattered her hip and broke her arm in 2 places. Her hip has been replaced and her arm re set, we went to see her in hospital on our return. She was black and blue, with cuts and bruises all over her.
This feisty old bird has turned into a vulnerable old lady in the space of a few days.
She came out of hospital yesterday and phoned to tell me she was home (we knew) She was crying down the phone to me and I have NEVER heard Flo cry before.
Phil's bother and his wife live close so are staying over with her. Because of our wonderful health care system, she's now getting a home help twice a day to get her up and and to bed and her meals are being delivered for her ready cooked so she just needs to heat them up.
Today, we are going over to cook her lunch, she's told us she 'don't want any of that foreign stuff' What she doesn't realise is most of what she eats IS 'foreign', pasta, lasagna, etc lololol. I'm going to M&S this morning to get her favourite 'foreign' food lolol, lasagna! Please nobody tell her it's Italian!
Just send a few healing vibes to Flo today, she needs all the help se can get at the moment.
Writing this final line has bought a tear to my eye. God, I love old Flo.