Madame Bay is supposed to come ' to do ' for us on a Tuesday morning. Of course she never does. Thursdays or Saturdays seem to be her favoured , unannounced, work days. So, it was with some surprise that we returned home to find all the windows open, the duvets airing and the house throbbing to the sound of that Abba classic ' Dancing Queen ' playing at full pelt on Radio Nostalgie.
Our saintly septaguenarian is now wearing her summer outfits. Out with practicality and in with acres of chiffon and what Edinburgh ladies would describe as ' cheery ' colours. Todays haute coiture creation is a green and white striped dress / housecoat with what appears to be a red dressing gown cord as a belt. The tout ensemble crowned with her lime green turban and matching chiffon scarf. The sight of this rainbow of delight dancing along the hall, pulling the hoover cable , while lustily singing ' Danzing Kween, Seventeen, Aberdeen ' is reassurance that all is well with the world.
Wilfs attitude to all this activity ? " If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day ".