We have just returned home from the hospice, Colin having attended the day centre. I brought the electric wheelchair round the back and in through the French doors as usual. I then took the chair through into the lounge to put Colin on his rise recliner. The chair seemed to be a bit sluggish but I thought is was because it was on the slowest speed. It wasn't. Under the front wheel was our frog bean bag door stop which I had dragged through 2 rooms. I reversed off of it, said to Colin, "Poor frog, I've run him over", bent to pick him up and as I did so , hundreds of grains of corn poured out, bounced all over the parquet floor, under the chairs, in Colin's slippers waiting to be put on, everywhere. The frog is well and truly dead.
I'm going to have a cup of tea now. Do I vacuum or sweep? A bit of both I think.
Nanna B