Heartwarming..

A few years ago

I heard a bang outside our house very late at night. When I looked out, there was an attractive lady wearing a revealing blouse, very short, leather mini skirt & black stockings & suspenders laid on the pavement. I was about to check her over, but then suggested to Crystal it would be better for her to do it. As she checked for injuries & the like, the woman admitted to her she'd been out clubbing with her sister, was extremely drunk and very sorry she'd disturbed us. I saw the woman's handbag in the road, so I opened it to try and find an address. Thankfully, she only lived about a quarter of a mile away. The two of us carried her home and, when we got there, her 16 year old son (so she told us) opened the door, thanked us for bringing his Mum home and said he'd put her to bed.
As we set off for home, I tripped over a hidden step and twisted my ankle. This really pigged me off, especially as I was going to have to get up for work in a couple of hours. My self pity was going through the roof!
"Ah well, at least it can't get any worse" I said to Crystal. Then it started raining!

 

Can she play left back?

 

She's 85. I know this because she told us six times. Bless her.
And no, she hates Tom Kennedy.