Living in suspended animation, at the age of 54 I am back home living with my mother. She over analyses everything, well not things that matter like global warming, waste reduction and Japan announcing it will resume killing whales. We're talking about Christmas stollen, she tells me I really like it, well actually I don't and as a point of principal will not go near it. I have just been confronted by her holding a bowl of liquorice allsorts, "are you eating these? If you're not I will hoik them." Yes mum, I am eating them. The allsorts have a reprieve and are placed back on the dining table. Earlier this morning she lets out a gleeful few words of excitement when she reads the use by date of an Aldi luxury fruitcake still has another month.
As I'm trying to write this blog instalment, without mum looking over my shoulder asking what I'm up to, she announces she will have a shower. Fantastic, a few minutes to myself. Those few minutes expire and she comes bounding up the hall "They said on the radio that hot cross buns are now in the shops, would you like some?" No thanks mum, I saw them yesterday in Coles.
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