2 hours ago
Monday, July 24, 2006
As I have been working today, her ladyship was appointed honorary shopping chaperone to Mrs Beeton in my absence. I have received three phone calls so far.
Call number one;
"Mum, where's the pomegranate juice kept?"
"Urm, aisle two I think sweetie, who's that for, it's not on my list, and Grandma doesn't drink it does she?"
"No, an old guy just asked me where it was. Thanks. Bye."
Call number two;
"Mum, mum she's got the trolley, I'm sorry she just took it while I wasn't looking. Gran, GRAN, don't..!" Click.
Call number three;
"Ok, if you ever offer my services again, I'll put myself up for adoption or I'll call childline."
"Oh come on sweetie, just remember you are your mother's daughter, and by the way, nobody wants to adopt 22 year olds they're too expensive, and I don't think childline will be interested either."
"It's no joke mum, do you know what she did to me?"
Stiffling the urge to giggle, "No, what?"
"Are you laughing at me?"
"No, no darling I would never,"
"She made me hold her hand when we were crossing the road,"
Excuse me while I go and pour myself another tall cool drink... it's a dirty job but someone has to do it. ;0)