So far so good with Operation Don't Stop Exercising Just Because Your Mum Is Visiting. Today I did spinning bike intervals while watching a couple of episodes of Home Cooking Made Easy. Mum and I have also been taking long walks around the neighbourhood. We keep a brisk pace except for when she stops to exclaim at random plants and flowers, "WOW! We couldn't grow that in Oz!" or to take a photograph of caravan (edit: that's a trailer for the Americans) in someone's back yard as her dear husband has a caravan and he will be delighted to know that they have caravans in Scotland too.
Yesterday she paused before a rose bush out the front of a neighbours' house and said, "Did you know, when I was a kid helping your grandmother in the garden, my favourite job was dead-heading the roses?". She then started plucking dead rose heads off the bush and chucking them back into their yard. "I just love it! It's so theraputic!"
I had been missing The Mothership big time so it's absolutely brilliant having her here, and not just because she brought a bag of Pascall's Marshmallows. The bag still has a declaration of FAT FREE on it just like in the '00s, which made me nostalgic for the early lard-busting days when my favourite indulgence was hot chocolate (the instant sachet kind, packed with artificial everything) with two of these babies on top.