Email convos with the kid
Instead of trying to get in touch with the young un through the medium of txting, phoning or smoke signals I opted for email. And lo and behold I received a reply on the same day. I asked her if she wanted to come around for a spud dinner next week.
God YES!!! I NEED MASH!! Ahem. Mash and onion gravy please?
No veg, just that. No vegetable foreplay here!
So yes, I shall call around Tuesday for dinner! What time?
*dances*
All well and good and then she sends this
Oh what’s Mammy2’s workplace and addy for the workplace? I’m using her as a referee on my CV because I need one more and that woman could bullshit her way through a refuse sack!
If she is contacted also, depending on the job, I’ve either been a cleaner, or a student of hers on a writing course!
She’s a real chip off the ole block. I’m hoping she can stay for a few hours to watch some horrors. Poor Mammy2 is still shook from the last horror I asked her to watch with me. She said she didn’t really need the new hairstyle that badly. The kid and me used to have horror nights before she became so domesticated and settled.
Mammy2 is doing much better thankfully, she had a bout of the old depression but she has managed to shake it off. We had our monthly dinner with the in-laws last night. I had taken it easy the last few evenings as I felt like I was coming down with a cold and a good thing as last night was bloody freezing. No easing in of the winter, straight for the juglar. Dinner was nice. I get on well with the in-laws. It helps that they think I’m fab. Anyone apparently that took care of their mammy the way I did is good in their books. Little do they know how mad I am. I obviously don’t discuss meerkats and Miriam O’Callaghan with them. They might not think so well of me :) Its odd having no parents. Well, I mean I obviously had a mother at one stage but with her passed on and we won’t mention shitface. When Mammy2’s mammy was talking about her dad, she said people used to ask her a lot was it strange not having a father. He died before she was born. She said she honestly didn’t notice. It wasn’t like she felt like she was missing out on anything, it was just the way she grew up. I think I feel the same. I do sometimes have feelings like when I see Mammy2’s dad and how he is with his kids. I don’t think I missed out most times, but the odd time there’s this feeling of what it would have been like to have an actual father as opposed to the waste of space that took up residence in our lives.
Speaking of parents, I was incensed last week whilst getting a taxi to work I had to suffer the diatribe that is Gerry Ryan. He was waxing on about this new scheme for nursing homes and how you would bring it up with parents. He then proceeded with this extremely patronising story of you arriving in and your mother has dozed off on the couch and vegetables are boiling over because she forgot about them. Or you arrive in and your dad has put his hip out or something. Because this happens all the time. He follows up this with and wait for, you talk with your partner about it and you both know that mammy is going to be moving in with you guys. Now I don’t dare assume for a second that everyone gets on well with their parents. But if you do and you are lucky enough to have them still around, I think the least and it really is the least you could do for them is let them live out their lives with you if the need arises. I mean, these people care for you, raised you, put you through school/college and you’re going to fire them into the nearest nursing home? And yes they may need medical supervision, so get a nurse. I just couldn’t believe Mister Ryan. Then again I don’t know why I was shocked. He’s an awful eejit.
