ago. What had we talked about? I realized I couldn’t remember. Nothing, probably – just a standard catch-up, which I’d doubtless hurried to the end of without thinking. It had always been my mother who phoned me, and time seemed to pass between those infrequent calls without me ever feeling a need to make contact myself.
Is the author channeling me or something? As that’s my Mum & mine relationship to a T, minus any stupid arguments that blow up then blow over with me usually saying sorry as I know she won’t!
My Mum lives a little way away and gets free phone calls to me and I get charged by the minute, so that’s an excuse fair & square (what that even means I have no clue) Also my mother has a life, with lots of friends and different things to do at her retirement village, she’s always doing something so even if I try she’s usually out, on her way out, or cooking, baking etc etc, she’s one busy woman! Me, well it’s me, my blackbirds and that’s it, so nothing happens that’d even be worthwhile even dialing her let alone talking. Maybe I should ask if she minds rather than assuming it. Thanks to the author for a good idea, and hope my massively TMI notes don’t freak anyone out!
