The Hal Prince of Clifton Waters

(tt)  My Mum is in a retirement village near Bairnsdale. The word 'retirement' does not enter her vocabulary. Still getting about after fractures and attacks she is the director of the bi-annual concerts performed by the variety group. I get roped in every time to help them write the shows despite pleadimg with them to leave me alone. Here is the majestic venue and Madame Director plotting the latest triumph

I have been staying on the sofa bed at her place for the last three nights and we have jawed the legs off all the donkeys in the world. Here are her some of her friends who visit every morning