In the sea just pipped outdoor swimming pool to the post in the last poll.
Apologies to all you who don't like swimming at all. I should've thought of that.
Today was D day. M Day, rather. We went to see my mother. Escorted, for safety, by Nicky. (Nicky - 'I've told her we're coming, and she's to be on her best behaviour'. Mum - 'It was only the one, to steady my nerves.' One bottle, I presume.)
Okay, she wasn't utterly pissed, but she wasn't exactly sober either. Which probably shouldn't have bothered me as much as I let it.
A lot of things probably shouldn't bother me as much as I let them.
Anyway, she seemed to like John, Mycroft and Sherlock. And, as you'd expect, Mycroft was incredibly polite and well mannered. Sherlock was...Sherlock. ('You smell like alcohol').
So we sat down, and it started okay, her asking questions, everyone drinking tea. Sherlock eating chocolate biscuits.
Then the kids went off to explore, because her house is pretty small and there were a lot of us (and dogs). So she took the opportunity to explain to me how disappointed she was Id 'given up' on my marriage, and how John was 'a very nice man', but clearly out of my league. And what was I even doing with these boys who were too bright, too posh and too good for the likes of me.
Things went on in a similar vein until it was a choice between raid her booze cupboard and nick her fags, like I would have done 30 years ago, or go and find out what the kids were doing. So I walked out. Which was grown up of me. And left John to face it all on his own. I know, I know, brave, aren't I?
As it turned out, Sherlock was just on his way in (presumably for more chocolate).
From what I gather, Sherlock then heard what she was saying to Nicky about me and decided he needed to give her his version of events. Quite loudly. And with his own...particular brand of straight forward honesty. But you'd have to ask John about that.
Anyway, at least she seemed to like them...even if they are out of my class.
As for the rest of the day, we had a lovely morning out at Clifton, and a great lunch in a pub with a big garden for the dogs to roam about in. And now we're all relaxing. Well, Mycroft and Carla are up in her room, doing computer-related things. Sherlock is playing a computer game with Paul, and we've cracked open a bottle of wine.I need it, to get over Arsenal's performance today.