She cheered me up as well. First of all she admired my outfit which was a rather sombre black and charcoal rig. Then she admired my hair although it was lukewarm as I know she privately thinks it could do with a run of the scissors. And then she admired my figure.
Ye've lost weight for sure!
Indeed I have not. I have weight on.
Not a-tall! Sure you're like a scutching stick!
She was only out the door when Matty fell into despondency again. She's for the doctor tomorrow anyway so we decided there was little point in going to A&E for eight hours or bothering the Dalriada Doctor. I really do hope that was the right decision.
When her time comes Matty shall have this engraved on her tombstone.
Meanwhile I cheer myself with Sheena's words - I'm like a scutching stick.