I was talking to Number One son on the phone today and looking for the TV remote (obviously TV is only tuned into news channel) in the space that is my king size bed. I love my bed, it is my safe space and I spend a lot of time there, musing, writing, talking to myself , eating, reading, raging, crying, laughing and yakking on the phone. Oh I nearly forgot the sleeping and sex bit...how did I manage that?!!
'Stop muttering Ma, it can't be that hard to find' said Number One son.
'Erm...actually it is, there is everything in here apart from a man' I replied.
I imagined him raising his eyes to the ceiling until I listed the contents of my bed.
1. Two Sunday papers complete with magazines (I have an awful Sunday paper habit).
2. Jelly tots, marshmallows, pink smarties and mints, carefully stashed under pillow.
3. Empty bottle of lucozade, half full Evian bottle.
4. Three phones, two mobiles and a cordless landline.
5 Three remotes, one Digi box, one TV and one DVD player.
6. Tissues and make-up bag
7. Three paper backs. Greek travel book, Dictionary and South American travel book.
8. Six Pillows, two cushions, duvet.
9. Electric Blanket
10.One unmentionable item!
See! I have a little trouble finding things. Obviously I dig, said contents, out every day and adore sweet smelling clean bed linen. My mother is responsible for my 'sniffing pillow cases' habit. She came over the other day and said, in her best Hyacinth voice, ' Shall I change your bed darling'. I was a little taken aback as I had just changed it the day before. (note, also sleeping alone)!
I think The Git understands more than most of us. He has an inordinate sense of smell and when my lovely daughter laundered a couple of his skate boarding T-Shirts, he said they smelled funny and could I wash them. Similarly, when my mother washes his shirts he eulogises over the smell. Why? As my mother and daughter use the same stuff?? Hmmm...one of the mysteries of life.
I had a bit of a 'longing' yesterday. I had not seen my older children and grandaugher for a couple of weeks. This was mainly due to the 'shoe and evian water carrier' misbehaving. I had a terrible pang and wanted to kiss them all.
I got into the shoe carrier and threatened it until it started. Joshy got in with his skate board and was very pleased that mummy (how lovely, I am still a mummy....just) was driving him to Truro.
Shoe carrier (under a death threat) did not misbehave and I encountered a welcome commitee that consisted of beautiful, tired daughter and Miss Angelina, in jamas, tutu, sunglasses and Princess high heels. Lots of kisses followed and a joyous short time. Parking is difficult and my heroic dad had driven up from Falmouth to pick Joshy up.
We had perhaps 15 minutes together and Josh went off with Dad. I tracked down number one son. James was just on shift at The Prince William, where he works one night a week. I asked one of the bar maids if James was on shift.
'Who are you' she asked
'His Ma' I replied
'Nah, you are too young' she said.....big smile on my face!
She called James and he was a little stunned but happy to see me.
'Oh you smell famliar James'...me
'You do too Ma'...him
We were both wearing Georgio Armani. I was so happy to give him a hug. I miss him sometimes but happy he is an independant person and living his own life.
As I left, a few of the girls shouted, goodnight James' Ma.
NICE x
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