Every Saturday, my husband takes his mother out for fish and chips. She begins the day with anticipation, has a shower and does her hair. Around 1, the matriarch comes downstairs and puts on her boots, coat and makes sure she has money in her purse. Then, she sits on the bench to wait for my husband. No matter how fast the man tries to be, she is always ready to go first.
They do lunch.
Then, they come home and the first thing the matriarch says to me is "I won't be needing supper, I just had a lovely lunch. Maybe some peanut butter and jam on toast."
Then, she falls asleep in her chair for most of the afternoon. The event is the highlight of her week.
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