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smokingbootBut now the very best month of them all starts; July, bestest ever month for Birthdays. Mine isn't until the 11th, so I was surprised to receive a birthday card this morning from my mother.
I was surprised for a number of reasons. The first is that it's postmarked Spain, so she is clearly still there; a surprise because according to my aunt, Mum lost her credit cards and needed to come back to England to sort them out. I was waiting to hear from my mother on her arrival back in the UK, which was expected about two weeks ago. Naturally complete silence ensued. This morning, the card arrived, with a kitten on it (her note expressed love and apologies for not being able to find a card depicting two black cats) and a cheque for £50, which I strongly suspect she cannot afford. How did she do this without her cards? Maybe she found her cards. Maybe she came to Britain, sorted the cards and ran back to the peninsula, having forgotten to phone. Maybe she got the cards sorted out from Spain. Maybe she's even now haunting alleyways, accosting people for their handbags, with her British industrial strength umbrella. Maybe the mothership finally turned up and gave her a credit note on all those curious crystals found under the family hatchery. Dunno. Give up. She's alive and well, and that's all that matters.
And mustn't forget her generosity; £50 is a very welcome gift, if I could only spend it without worrying about the daft besom.
Other news; not much sleep last night, due to cats dancing on head.
And finally: the origins of my slanguage:
I was surprised for a number of reasons. The first is that it's postmarked Spain, so she is clearly still there; a surprise because according to my aunt, Mum lost her credit cards and needed to come back to England to sort them out. I was waiting to hear from my mother on her arrival back in the UK, which was expected about two weeks ago. Naturally complete silence ensued. This morning, the card arrived, with a kitten on it (her note expressed love and apologies for not being able to find a card depicting two black cats) and a cheque for £50, which I strongly suspect she cannot afford. How did she do this without her cards? Maybe she found her cards. Maybe she came to Britain, sorted the cards and ran back to the peninsula, having forgotten to phone. Maybe she got the cards sorted out from Spain. Maybe she's even now haunting alleyways, accosting people for their handbags, with her British industrial strength umbrella. Maybe the mothership finally turned up and gave her a credit note on all those curious crystals found under the family hatchery. Dunno. Give up. She's alive and well, and that's all that matters.
And mustn't forget her generosity; £50 is a very welcome gift, if I could only spend it without worrying about the daft besom.
Other news; not much sleep last night, due to cats dancing on head.
And finally: the origins of my slanguage:
Your Slanguage Profile |
| British Slang: 75% |
| Victorian Slang: 75% |
| Aussie Slang: 50% |
| Canadian Slang: 25% |
| New England Slang: 25% |
| Prison Slang: 25% |
| Southern Slang: 25% |
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Date: 2005-06-30 07:20 pm (UTC)Glad to hear about your Mum.
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Date: 2005-06-30 09:52 pm (UTC)