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Mum irritates me sometimes. I vent here. Often just after it happens.
Am I still irritated about yesterday? Of course not. I will tell my bro next time I see him and we will laugh together. Like do about Dad not being allowed to be naked in his own bedroom in case it upsets Edie (the neighbour we back onto). Who is and always has been far too far away to spot a bit of Robinson winky unless she has a telescope set up purely for that purpose.
Making cakes is not an expensive hobby. It is one I will have to give up when my parents move and I'm on my own. But then I'll have to give up pretty much everything else too. If I saved £10 a month now (and I don't even think I spend that) it would be gone in the first month anyway.
The amount of sheer goodwill and kindness I receive in return is wonderful.
Mum has paid my prescription charges today because I made the cake for her. Even though she'd already bought all the fresh ingredients (I had the dried ones to hand). She is proud of me and will sing my praises tonight.
We'll always have a conflicted relationship. We'll still run eachother up the wrong way living apart.
In the mean time, people I don't work with directly at school know me and talk to me.
They stop me in the corridor. I feel part of a community.
Different strokes for different folks.
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