I love my mum...
Sep. 22nd, 2009 07:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sessifetThis was sometime past noon1:
'Hi honey! It's nice here, lots of grey squirrels running around. Going further south today!'
(She's going back down to Dover to take the ferry to Dunkerque on Friday, I think. Or Thursday.)
'it's been nice here since yesterday, though we had a bit of a storm last night. In Scotland now!'
Ooookay. Halfway tempted to go 'South is down, mum, not up,' but she'd possibly disinherit me. Or worse, give me the dreaded 'Oh, sweetie' look that only mothers and nans possess.3
And then she texted me that she was in King's Lynn earlier (with all the squirrels). In Norfolk.
*eyebrow*
I present to you: Norfolk! The extreme southern tip of Scotland, people!2
1the following loosely translated from the original Dutch.
2Yes, I realised she was talking about the storm being in Scotland now. At least I hope it's the storm. Either way, I'm afraid to ask. Because of The Look4
3You know it. It's The Look. It is the 'I love you. I am also disappointed' Look. The 'whatever have I brought forth into this world' Look. You know, that Look. And my mum can telegraph The Look over the phone. I think it's a power mothers have bestowed upon them upon reaching motherhood for the first time and then they spend their lives practising until the day they level up and become A Nan and then the world is theirs to command.5
4See 3
5At least the bit that contains their grandchildren.
'Hi honey! It's nice here, lots of grey squirrels running around. Going further south today!'
(She's going back down to Dover to take the ferry to Dunkerque on Friday, I think. Or Thursday.)
'it's been nice here since yesterday, though we had a bit of a storm last night. In Scotland now!'
Ooookay. Halfway tempted to go 'South is down, mum, not up,' but she'd possibly disinherit me. Or worse, give me the dreaded 'Oh, sweetie' look that only mothers and nans possess.3
And then she texted me that she was in King's Lynn earlier (with all the squirrels). In Norfolk.
*eyebrow*
I present to you: Norfolk! The extreme southern tip of Scotland, people!2
1the following loosely translated from the original Dutch.
2Yes, I realised she was talking about the storm being in Scotland now. At least I hope it's the storm. Either way, I'm afraid to ask. Because of The Look4
3You know it. It's The Look. It is the 'I love you. I am also disappointed' Look. The 'whatever have I brought forth into this world' Look. You know, that Look. And my mum can telegraph The Look over the phone. I think it's a power mothers have bestowed upon them upon reaching motherhood for the first time and then they spend their lives practising until the day they level up and become A Nan and then the world is theirs to command.5
4See 3
5At least the bit that contains their grandchildren.
