She came round today, gave me the money for DC's christmas presents, left 3 bottles of wine in my fridge (think she thinks I need them, but leave that aside) gave me £250 for christmas and cleaned the whole of my downstairs to a spotless level within about 35 minutes. (Literally.)
As she bustled around I sat on the sofa feeling too exhausted to put the kids to bed and too drunk to care that they were up and wondered how the f*k she manages that at age 78 when I don't have the energy to load the dishwasher at 40.
Does anyone else feel jealous of the competence and energy levels of geriatrics?