MY MUM'S BIRTHDAY
It is my mum's birthday today. She is 85, so many congratulations to her. Not that she will be reading this entry, she has never had a computer and never will. Silly things, in her view. And dangerous; what about identity theft?
Although she gave me a long list of reasons over the weekend why I shouldn't send her a present (they included the difficulties caused by the snow, and the fact that the local postman in Derby has left to get a better job), she was of course delighted when I spoke to her that I had sent her flowers from us all through Interflora. She has always been a big lover of flowers; if they are particularly nice, she takes pictures of them to remind her of them later.
The list of reasons above reflects the fact that although she is 85 and I am 51, she still treats me in some ways as if she were 45 and I were 11. Her big thing at the moment, because of the weather, is thermal underwear. She obviously has this Dickensian vision of rural Danes shivering around a brazier provided by some kind of Poor Law legislation. I didn't tell her that I was building a wall in the barn yesterday - without thermal underwear - when it was minus 2 degrees outside, it is, after all, her birthday. In fact, I suspect I never will.
Walter Blotscher
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Happy Birthday to your Mum. My mother is 81 on Christmas Day. I am a lot older than you though, your wisdom and wit belies your years.
ReplyDeleteThese rural activities will keep you warm and I too do not feel the cold when my golf drives fly stright and true accross the links.
Hi Michael,
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to your mum, when it happens. I have always thought it must be difficult having one's birthday on Christmas Day, a struggle to appear special. But if it has happened 81 times, I suppose you get used to it.
Regards,
Walter