Apparently, girls turn into their mothers. Lucky me, I say. But I have noticed the odd maternal foible creeping in already. My mother sings out loud - in the street, in a shop, round Ikea. And she gets very cross if you point out, however gently, that other people can hear her and God Mum you're so embarrassing.
I sing on my bicycle. It's partly to make the journey go faster, and partly because nobody can really hear me, and it's fun. I was singing in French last week, and that song is RUDE, but how many French people did I cycle past? Not many, I don't think.
I wonder if I have any other maternal foibles yet? Can I pick and choose? Does anybody know how this is supposed to work?
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funny how i used to hate that sentiment but now i'd be quite happy to be like my mum.
ReplyDeleteluckily for us our mums are fab, if not a tad eccentric. what worries me more is that we are quite eccentric, too. so that doubled means we will be crazy old bag ladies, but as long as we have each other....
and why don't i know said rude song?
and by god you need to sing to get round ikea, at the very least. or the promise of a cheap and scandi meal.
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