Last Thursday she rang me at home to check on Will whose face had met a brick wall. She knew that I was busy looking after Will and rather than run over to make a big fuss, she called to check when we got home. She knows what I'm like.
Will's good side

Will's bad side

She brings me coffee because I just happen to ask if her other half would mind picking me up some since he goes to Single Origin Roasters every week.

She has a great sense of humour.

By the way this is a recipe for a yummy sounding pumpkin feta pie that I asked for after hearing what she was making for dinner the other night.
And best of all she can follow what I am saying which is no easy feat. I have this brain that is always popping with thoughts and ideas. I have this bad habit of going from one thing to the next without any apparent connection.