The Lifes and Desasters of Una G.
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scottishlassAlright, after now four days I can at last relay what happened to me starting on Friday evening.
When I came home from shopping on Friday evening, the phone was rining and while tumbling over my Doc Martens I grabbed it up and lo and behold my mother was on the other end.
After the usual small talk of hello how do you do? Mom told me the bad news. On Saturday (the following day), my stepfather celebrated his 70th birthday and although I had already mentally prepared myself to endure the party in the late afternoon/evening, my mom informed me that as it is a big SEVEN-OH they had decided to make this a day long event ...
Nothing bad about it, you may say ... but my mother is a cunning woman and we both know why she waited till the last moment to inform me of the day long celebrations :-( I HATE her!
Of course playing on my good daughter/bad daughter guilt, she asked me - nay assumed - that I would help her for the whole day - "But ... insert quivering voice here ... this is all so sudden, and I can't really ask anyone else, and you and Olly wanted to come anyway in the evening."
My mind shouting: "The prerogative was EVENING; MOM!!!!!"
But of course I keep silent because arguing only extends my misery and Olly who is frantically gesturing to say HE won't be available (yeah right), wants his dinner.
"When should I be there tomorrow?" I hear a barely suppressed voice and realize it's my own.
"Wonderful, lass, be at the garden house at 9 AM. Thank you!" -- CLICK! --
I shake my head at that ... Mom at least you could lay off the chipper mode AFTER you put the receiver down, that would be common curtesy.
Grumbling to myself and at Olly who adamantly declares he has to mark tests all day tomorrow (something he only does if you threaten him with capital punishment) I try to put the whole thing out of my head at least for the next 12 hours.
Saturday .. the first day where the sun is actually shining and it is warm .. and I try to set up and organize stools, chairs and tables for over a 100 ppl while dodging ants, bees and hornets (and other creepy crawlies) in the garden.
Ppl I hardly know swarm about like some ants on Xtasy and I really wish myself elsewhere. Moving stools and tables, cooking and baking ... To make a long story short, I spent almost 15 hours at my parents' garden house ... I really should know better than that, but no ... in a very masochistic way I couldn't say no :s
I came home Sunday morning half past midnight, after catering to half the population of D-Town or so it seems. I slept the whole day on Sunday, and Monday and Tuesday weren't also not too peachy (my feet hurt) :s
Sigh - why can't I just say NO! ? Is it my Roman Catholic upbringing? THe though shalt respect your parents shit? And what about me? When will they respect me? Next year they bloody well can hire a catering service, I'm fresh out :s
When I came home from shopping on Friday evening, the phone was rining and while tumbling over my Doc Martens I grabbed it up and lo and behold my mother was on the other end.
After the usual small talk of hello how do you do? Mom told me the bad news. On Saturday (the following day), my stepfather celebrated his 70th birthday and although I had already mentally prepared myself to endure the party in the late afternoon/evening, my mom informed me that as it is a big SEVEN-OH they had decided to make this a day long event ...
Nothing bad about it, you may say ... but my mother is a cunning woman and we both know why she waited till the last moment to inform me of the day long celebrations :-( I HATE her!
Of course playing on my good daughter/bad daughter guilt, she asked me - nay assumed - that I would help her for the whole day - "But ... insert quivering voice here ... this is all so sudden, and I can't really ask anyone else, and you and Olly wanted to come anyway in the evening."
My mind shouting: "The prerogative was EVENING; MOM!!!!!"
But of course I keep silent because arguing only extends my misery and Olly who is frantically gesturing to say HE won't be available (yeah right), wants his dinner.
"When should I be there tomorrow?" I hear a barely suppressed voice and realize it's my own.
"Wonderful, lass, be at the garden house at 9 AM. Thank you!" -- CLICK! --
I shake my head at that ... Mom at least you could lay off the chipper mode AFTER you put the receiver down, that would be common curtesy.
Grumbling to myself and at Olly who adamantly declares he has to mark tests all day tomorrow (something he only does if you threaten him with capital punishment) I try to put the whole thing out of my head at least for the next 12 hours.
Saturday .. the first day where the sun is actually shining and it is warm .. and I try to set up and organize stools, chairs and tables for over a 100 ppl while dodging ants, bees and hornets (and other creepy crawlies) in the garden.
Ppl I hardly know swarm about like some ants on Xtasy and I really wish myself elsewhere. Moving stools and tables, cooking and baking ... To make a long story short, I spent almost 15 hours at my parents' garden house ... I really should know better than that, but no ... in a very masochistic way I couldn't say no :s
I came home Sunday morning half past midnight, after catering to half the population of D-Town or so it seems. I slept the whole day on Sunday, and Monday and Tuesday weren't also not too peachy (my feet hurt) :s
Sigh - why can't I just say NO! ? Is it my Roman Catholic upbringing? THe though shalt respect your parents shit? And what about me? When will they respect me? Next year they bloody well can hire a catering service, I'm fresh out :s
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Date: 2004-07-08 03:37 pm (UTC)It was awful ... and yes, cinema would have DEFINITELY been better ... well we will succeed, I'm sure of that.
Have fun in Cornwall and lots of rest and peace :)