page 14 hark the sound of Christmas calling.

Page 14

Hark the sound of Christmas calling,
And mothers going deaf.

Mother s legs are quite good today so we are going shopping. The normal routine check the cupboards for anything she has forgotten, make sure mother has everything purse shopping list etc., put the walker ready to get her down the steps and we are off.

“Watch that car pulling out” yes mother

“Mind the crossing, that lady might walk out” yes mother

“Are you indicating to turn” yes mother.

“I really have to keep an eye on your driving” whatever I do I cannot stop mother being a front seat driver.

Round the supermarket we go, mother pushing the trolley, me fetching and carrying. One of the shop assistance stopped for a chat with mother. Afterwards mother turned to me…

“What was she saying, she talks so quietly I could hardly hear her”

I explained the conversation, but it got me thinking. Mother is always accusing me of saying things that I haven’t, or getting things mixed up. I had put this down to old age but maybe she can’t hear too well. Mmmmm better keep an eye or ear on this.

“Oh look they have the Christmas chocolates and biscuits in, now we really have to start thinking about Christmas” (we have the same every year and there is still three months to go)

“Yes mother when we get back home” (might as well just go with the flow)

Shopping finished we head back to mothers house and no sooner was the shopping put away and we sat down for a cup of tea mother started,

“Are you coming here for Christmas?”

“Yes mother”

“Is your daughter coming as well?”

“Depends on her rota, she doesn’t automatically have Christmas off, if she is working she will be over to see you when she can”

We have this every year followed by, I don’t know what the worlds coming to. When I was younger everywhere closed for Christmas.

We have this every year followed by, I don’t know what the worlds coming to. When I was younger everywhere closed for Christmas.

 Some places of employment cannot close for Christmas but try telling mother that.

“Are we having a turkey or a crown like last year?” says I trying to get off the subject of whose coming.

“That’s why I need to know whose coming” she missed out the, we would have this, that or the other for Christmas in my day speech, must be saving it for later.

“let’s cater for the same as last year there was plenty to go round and loads left for boxing day” ( please get off the subject of Christmas dinner)

“Alright if you think so. We need to order the turkey soon, what weight do you think?” (Christmas needs a health warning the amount of stress it causes.)

“Why don’t we start on a list of the food stuff and another for the boxes of biscuits/chocolates, then you can keep adding to it and we will be all prepared for Christmas shopping” (now that is what I call a clever idea on my part.)

“Yes, but it’s a lot to get in one shopping trip”

“We can go shopping over two or three days if you want, no problem. Here is a pen start writing down what you need”

This is how Christmas starts every year, my daughter keeps out the way and leaves me to it. Now that isn’t fair but all she does is laugh and puts in her request for choice of pudding. Oh well,


Till next time

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