My mother rang last night - not that it was a surprise or anything, she does it every night - but I've noticed that since my imminent return to Whitters, she's started to do it earlier and earlier. Plus, as well as her usual questions, 'what did you have for dinner?', 'what are you going to have for tea?' she's added, 'you sound bunged up'. I know full well I'm not at all, it's just her maternal instincts going into hyperdrive.
She promised that when I got back we'd have pizza (it's one of my favourite foods, but I don't ever buy it because it also happens to be the favourite food of the idiot on the other side of the wall). I would be excited were it not for the fact that my mother is allergic to bread; whenever she's feeling really desperately hungry, she makes herself a cheese sandwich and then lies on the sofa for days, clutching her stomach.
I only hope that my presence doesn't inflict madness upon her.
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Wednesday 20 February 2008
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all mothers are mad. There is actually a mad gene on my mum's side and a wonky eye gene on my dad's side. My lucky children.
XD - everything lethal runs in our family, from diabetes to depression.
What has someone doen to Miguel and Tulio!!!!
I love them.
Anyway this probably isn't relevent but I'm waiting to see which family diease gets me first. Depression (including post natal), arthitis (probably not a diease), cancer, either way I don't want to die.
Lol, I'm not bothered b/c it's one of life's inevitabilities, like going to school or catching a cold. I've always thought that from the moment we're born, we're dying and the journey has to end somewhere.
It's an unwritten law that all mothers are mad.
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