Post by the Omrud
Mum is very hard work, but occasionally provides a moment of laughter.
Last night, she rang at 8:20, clearly armed with her copy of the Radio
Times, although it could be for any week in the last month or so (I
throw the old ones out when I remember).
Mum: Hello, can you help me, I've got in a muddle. I'm trying to get
ready for my programme, but I can't work out what to do.
Me: OK, what do you want to watch?
Mum: University Challenge.
Me: I don't think that's on today.
Mum: Yes, it is. It's on on Mondays.
Me: But it's Thursday today.
Mum: No, it's Monday. It says "Monday" at the top of this page.
Mine isnt capable of that. Heres a gem yesterday.
Mum. Can you give me dads work number?
Me. No, mum. The building was pulled down two years ago. (The huge
building opposite the Three Guineas pub for bbq umrats: anyone else, a
tower block visible from trains standing at Reading.)
A. Dad retired in 1982, me redundant in 1984, when everyone currntly there
decamped to Swindon and other people and companies rented till 2015.
B. There are only so many times a day I can or should upset her saying dad
died in 2005 and its now 2018!
Sincerely Chris (one photo of building as it started to be pulled down led
to over 200!)
My mum forgot things like that too. Her younger brother, who lived in
Austria, died. She was already unable to stay in touch herself by
then. She forgot she'd been told he died and as you say one doesn't
want to keep tellingit and upsetting the person.