The sewing is completed for the wedding, the boxes, bags and clothes hangers are all sorted and ready to load into the car. So what have I left to do?
!. Prepare a short Mother of the Bride speech of welcome and share a few of Elly’s escapades from her young life. She has not yet realised that my dementia is selective….
2, Decide on my party-piece for the evening. Now I wonder …
‘My Favourite Things’ is a harmless little ditty.
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Now let me see if I remember the lyrics:-
Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Cadillac’s and cataracts and hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
We remember our favourite things.
When the pipes leak,
when the bones creak,
when the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I don’t feel so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinning’,
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinning’,
And we won’t mention our short shrunken frames,
Then we remember our favourite things.
When the joints ache,
when the hips break,
when the eyes grow dim,
then I remember the great life I’ve had,
And then I don’t feel so bad.
These lyrics are courtesy of Julie Andrews she chose them for a performance at Manhattan’s Radio City Music Hall
I wonder where I might find a singing teacher…
The very thing the yellow Pages!