Last night Bert made us a delicious pot of leek and potato soup. We were all delighted with it. It was a beautiful shade of pale green and the texture was velvety smooth. It could maybe have done with a smidgen more salt but otherwise the flavour was sublime. He gave a little bowl of it to Pearlie. He did not expect her to like it very much but he thought it might do her a bit of good.
After a while he went to her room to see if she had enjoyed her soup. Immediately she saw him her face twisted into its usual girn. She said,
“Huh! I didnae think much o’ it! Dinnae be giving me any more of that oul rubbitch!”
Such a sweet old lady. And she has such a charming way with her. Truly it is a pleasure and a privilege to look after her.