Small worlds

For the third time in as many days, who should we see up at the hospital but Heather driving my ex-car. Heather is R.'s household technician as well as mine, and fond of R. Today she'd brought up at request Mrs Brady, an aged neighbour who keeps R.'s keys for tradespeople and therefore knows all comings and goings. Mrs Brady is sweet and getting quite dotty, but loves an outing. It was nice to meet finally her when we crossed over at visiting time today. Heather (ever the angel) took Mrs B to the Botanics after seeing R. , doubtless the most excitement Mrs. B'd had for years.

She doesn't know it, but an old word-stumble has R., H., and me all unconsciously calling her Mrs Bundy (after another serial killer) since some months back. It stuck and it's all we can do not to come out with it during visiting time.