Mary Ann, over at A Joyful Chaos said she was becoming her mother, and it dawned on me that I have, in some ways, also become MY mother. Oh, the horror!
Mum was not Little Suzie Homemaker. Let’s face it, neither she nor I would ever win anybody’s medal from Good Housekeeping. I’ve never subscribed to that magazine, simply because I couldn’t pass the physical. But really, I always felt I was a little bit tidier than AJP.
And then this happened.
HERS MINE
Mind you, Mum’s apartment always looked this way, and I am in the throes of refurbishing Matthew’s dollhouse for his son, but crikey, lady, you can do better than this! At least, The Squire and I can eat on the other end of the table. Mum had to balance her meals on her lap. We’re not that bad off.
Yet.
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