June 23 she came home - for a full three days before a fall.
There have been many a time I thought that she wouldn't be home again but no-one should count Margaret out. She's made of strong stuff and she's a woman who lives by the motto "there's no place like home".
There was a line up of feathers and fur ready to greet her shortly after she arrived. The mince was ready to go.
Let's hope it is far, far longer than three days this time.