Missing person

Took mum out for a meal today, but she wouldn’t eat anything because she said she wanted to be taken to Wroxham instead.  When we headed for  the market her bandy legs wavered in the opposite direction.  She looked so small and frail on her own.  I still bought her a brand new purse anyway.  She had still not arrived home when we returned so I called the Cops.  The Officer said that if it had been her mum she would have done the same.  When she did return she rang my step-brother to get him to remove me from the house and got the police involved as well, with the encouragement of pain-in-the-butt.  As I said to the Officer who called round to the house, my mum always likes her own way and is suffering from a malady of the frontal lobes.



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