It's only when I try to compose a post that I realise how ill I am.  Most of the day I have been in doze-mode, which is quite pleasant. But producing a few well turned, coherent sentences is beyond me...

My sister has found a "Czech girl" to look after my mother, live-in, full time.  Not that I have met her - it's like a French classical tragedy, with all the action off stage, in this case on the telephone.

My mother implied she didn't like her - probably because it would mean she would see less of her daughter (three or four days a week, plus me two times).  She says she didn't understand her English very well.

Blah (here usually I would add an explanatory sentence or two)  The house is very small.  Blah, blah, blah.  She would hate to go into an O.A. home...

I have to admit having a soft spot for most of the Czech girls I've met (though wary after Vanessa who was central European).  And it really is time I started fancying women more my own age.

Still, when my mother says "girl" she could be describing anyone up to the age of 70.