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.
