I want it all, and I want it now. But how?
Just been away on holiday with my daughter and at the airport she kept us in duty free for AGES finding something nice enough to take to her mother-in-law as part of her birthday present.
I haven’t seen my daughter since September. Since then I have had a birthday (she did send a whatsapp message) and there’s been Christmas too (a phone call). She brought me a gift for both - a purple felt hat she found at a charity shop, because she says I’m now old enough to need one.
She’s busy, she lives 400 miles away, I’m not a very good mother, what more could I expect?
The irony is that I am fantastically needy. I’m so high-maintenance my mother ordered me from earliest childhood to stop expecting the whole world to revolve around me.
I wish it did.
Instead I have become the cat that walks alone. I’m now the sort of person who, if you lived next door to me and didn’t like chocolate cake, and someone gave you one, you’d still throw it away rather than give it to me. You’d tell me about it, too. Oh, you’d say, I so nearly popped over the other day with a cake for you, because I know you love chocolate cake.
What should I have said? That’s what this blog is for. How should I react to people basically telling me I don’t need anything from them when I really, really do?
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Always been extremely glad she escaped my colouring. It's a trial.
Yup most of my pics are scenery too. Every now and then I was polite and took one of her against things since she likes that sort of thing. See! I AM a good mum!
Photogenic people love pics, it's the rest of us who quail.
(Queue X Files music)
Summary :
a) I still don't know how to get it all, but enjoyed this blog very much. Thank you all who played
b) Z does not have a ponytail, is a good guy and a good pal, knows his way round Granada and if you do meet up with him, don't wear a visor, he had the giggles all day
c) you don't need a purple hat to go out and have fun with the world.
It didn't come up but was part of the frustration behind this blog - my holiday retreat in Spain is one step nearer to being sorted. It is proving a very, very slow process.
Yes, send food parcels!
I'm so needy - I'm so needy - I'm so needy, and tweedy, and blunt ... (add in the musical score)