It’s been a while, too long I know some believe, but sometimes life doesn’t give you much amusing ammunition. Fortunately for everyone we’re emerging out the other side, and mum is firing on all cylinders.
(Excuse half-arsed/mixed up gun/car metaphor). ((Thanks)).
I have discovered people are EATING the cute little ponies that run wild on Dartmoor. I express my distress to mum. This is how our text conversation goes:
Me: They’re selling poor little dartmoor ponies as sausages!! In the times xxx
Mum: Its the only way they will survive. Heard this woman on the farming prog. Meat is meat, horse, cow, whatever. At the moment they go for dog food. Uneconomic for moorland farmers now, they are turning to sheep and cattle which will chang the whole ecology of the moorland. This way they are slaughtered close to home rather than being trucked miles to be slaughtered for dog food. Im all for it!! xxxx
Everyone knows I’m squeamish/pathetic and predominantly vegetarian. What mum’s forgotten is I also have a tendency to fall asleep on the sofa. So when I fail to react to mum’s practical nature I receive …
Mum: Oh shit! have .I shocked you.? This phome only does very basic punctuation. Xxx
(As if good punctuation and grammar might soften the blow). It’s only 12hrs later she receives the reassuringly idiotic:
Me: Oh no!! I fell asleep! Only just got that. Well, maybe I will start a pony sanctuary, divert all the sausage ponies in to my field xxx
Mum: Yes.Ok darling xxxx
Mum likes to vocalise when she’s bought a lottery ticket, as if voicing its possession somehow increases our numbers’ chances …
“Well I bought a lottery ticket for Saturday as it’s over 20 million, I only do them now if they’re over 20 million – though I’m thinking I might get scratch cards, where the disappointments more immediate.”
A ‘Sun Life’ life insurance advert is on television and they’re kindly offering a free pen, just for enquiring ….
Sun Life: And you’ll receive a welcome gift ….
Mum: When you’re dead.
Mum is talking about a boy she used to babysit who’s cut his long hair ….
“He’s much happier since he’s out of this Jesus faze. He used to sit there under this veil of misery.”
We’ve just watched Lady in the Van and are talking about the Ascension at the end ….
Mum: A ‘beam-up’ doesn’t seem too likely …
Me (always searching for the positive): Well, who knows …
Mum (change of tune): I do. We shed our bodies and our spirit goes on to something else, then we get to start again and become one with the fucking universe, man.
Me: Ok! Cool.
Mum has been learning about Kim Kardashian and Kanye West – I assume through the Daily Mail she flicks through in Sainsbury’s but refuses to buy…
Mum: That woman with the fat bottom and her husband who’s designed a line of absolutely horrible beige things …
Me: Yes. What? I try not to think about them …
Mum: Well, she’s pregnant again and has been squeezed into this latex dress-thing. It’s absolutely comical!
A very accurate afterthought comes to mum …
Mum: He’s very up himself isn’t he, the husband.
Me: Yeah. I think it’s sort of beyond that …
We’re watching Judge Judy, I have no problem with this but mum seems to think she needs to make an excuse ….
Mum: Judge Judy is better than the news …
Me: The news makes me nervous.
Mum: Me too, I can’t watch the news. I read the papers but the news makes me anxious. It’s designed to make you anxious; if you’re anxious, you’re conservative.
Inspired by The Simpsons I buy some pink florescent donuts and bring them back to the car. I can see mum’s face contorting in horror as I approach. I get in …
Mum: Oh my god no!!! Darling what have you done?! I’m not even sure I want to share the car with them ….
Mum has been telling me that her old doctor, Dr Beaven, once told her that if someone dies you should go out and tell the bees. I have, coincidentally, mentioned a bee in passing, in one of my poems. Mum is reading the poem …
Mum: You’ve stolen my bee line! We’re like Shelley and Keats!
Me: Just like Shelley and Keats.
(In case of future lawsuits: I didn’t steal her bee line, I just used the word bee.)
We’re watching Have I Got News For You and are learning Germany sent a Saint a license fee bill. (She died in 774) …
Mum: Well, I wont take the water bills too seriously any more.
Me: I’d have them sent ‘Care Of’ St Jude if I were you.
We’re watching Judge Judy again. There is a robust woman, very pretty, with burnt copper hair and a complexion I can only dream about, mum feels equally bitter …
“I’d die for skin and hair like that … she’s probably related to Henry VIII …. they’re about the same size.”
I’m reading a newspaper out loud …
Me: Stress is on the rise, is this news?
Mum: Of course not. Who’s surprised? All these people do is just sit on the sofa watching other people with perfect lives, eating ice cream.
Me: Where as we watch Judge Judy and Police Interceptors and eat brown rice and vegetables …
Mum: Exactly.
We’re talking about where mum will go when she moves out of the beloved little ‘garret’ in January …
Me: Maybe I’ll put you in an old peoples home ..
Mum(with utmost sincerity): You put me in an old peoples home, I make sure they throw me out!
We’ve just had people simulate some shagging in a perfume advert, now we’re watching people shagging again in some drama thing …
“Sex used to be fun when I was young, everyone kept quiet, it was furtive and secret; now it’s like having a bowl of cornflakes. So boring.”
I’ve finally done something relatively sensible, that someone incredibly sensible advised I did. I’m reading out an email in response to my sensible thing to mum …
Mum: Doesn’t give much away does it?
Me: Think that’s called ‘expectation management’ …
Mum: Yes. Right … That’s what I have to start doing.
