Happy Mother’s Day, Mums

It’s Mother’s Day here in the UK.  I have been fortunate to have two great Mums: my own, a warm and generous woman, who, in spite of our difficult relationship, never loved me with anything less than her whole heart, and always let me know it; and my Mum-in-law (Mam), a warm and generous woman, who treated me like a daughter and always showed me she loved me too.

If you’d like to read about my own experience of Mother’s Day today, in which I show my love by berating my boys, head on over to my other blog.

No Question

Image by C-Monster via Flickr

Do you prefer talking or text messaging?

No.

What do you want for your last meal?

Something I didn’t cook.

If you could master any skill instantly, what would it be?

Driving.  I tried it.  Didn’t like it much.  The Hub suspected it might not be my thing when I almost demolished a wall behind which a family was enjoying a Sunday braai.  I will never forget their horrified faces as the Hub and I sat in the car arguing because he had wrenched the steering wheel from me and I demanded to know why he had to be so controlling.

Joke 10

A businessman dragged himself home and barely made it to his chair before he dropped, exhausted.

His sympathetic wife was right there with a tall, cool drink and a comforting word. “My, you look tired,” she said. “You must have had a hard day today. What happened to make you so exhausted?”

“It was terrible,” her husband shuddered. “The computer broke down and we all had to do our own thinking.”