It started innocently enough. Lovely daughter offered to go round to mum's today as she was off work, to save my having to go tonight. (I'll be going tomorrow.) I told her to tell mum I was tired, which is true.
LD told mum I had a migraine. Doh. So now my poor husband has had to answer the phone twice tonight and spin a story about taking tea and paracetamol up to my sick bed. Yes, twice. That's how much my mum believed my daughter (the cynical version) OR how terrible her memory is getting (hmm, maybe) OR how caring a mum she is (rofl).
Now I jump every time the phone goes. AND I'm going to have to perpetuate the lie tomorrow night. Sigh.
Make that four phone calls. The last one I answered, having made a miraculous recovery. I have to admit mum did sound genuinely concerned for my welfare, although the "you're all I've got left now" comment kind of hinted at why. Ah well. I can relax now.
Kamala
1 month ago
5 comments:
I recognise the scenario only too well, a practice I also used to use with my Mum.
Even good carers should have a night/day or two off.
With blessings dear Lily
Love Granny (*!*)
Thanks Granny. I'm afraid Internet Explorer is still telling me it is unable to load your site and aborting the operation before its fully open. Any ideas on how to fix it?
get rid of internet explorer. now.
download mozilla/firefox or google chrome...
yes, i'm back. and reading backwards into your blog. i'll get around to catching up with the book club later this evening. promise. xx
Well you'll have to read backwards again, as I've replied to all your comments! Good to have you back. I think it must be down to the miraculous restorative powers of small, hairy, dick-lickers.
Lied like a rug!
Heres to Restoration!
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