Page 15 Oh for the sound of silence,

Page 15

Oh for the sound of silence,
The wind whispering in the trees,
And the singing of the birds.
Must get mothers hearing sorted out.

The preparations for Christmas are well under way, well for mother they are. She is happily writing lists and driving me mad in the process, I tell you Christmas needs a health warning in this house.

I arrived to take her shopping today, I let myself in as normal calling hello, to let her know I was there, when I walked into the lounge she jumped,

“You frightened me then, why didn’t you shout to say you were here”

“I did, but the television is so loud you probably didn’t hear me, mind that’s your cardiovascular exercise for the day” I laughed.

“That’s not funny and the television isn’t that loud, I can only just hear it” mother is not impressed and obviously can’t hear very well.

“While you finish watching your program I will sort out the things we need” (help, I need ear protection)

We went round the supermarket with me acting as interpreter, or in other words being the person shouting in mothers ear. When we returned to the house I was putting the shopping away when mother put the television on. I could hear it as clear as a bell in the kitchen. When I went in to the lounge it was deafening,

“Mother you will have to turn the television down a bit its far too loud for me” I suggested.

This was met with,

“Then I can’t hear it and its one of my favourite programs”

“Mother we will have to get your ears looked at” I cajoled.

“Deafness happens when you get older and I will not have a hearing aid” and mother is adamant.

Me I went out to the car and came back in and sat down. Mother looked at me then demanded,

“What are you doing?”

“Putting in ear plugs, I don’t want my hearing damaged” I just looked at her innocently.

I thought mother would explode. Instead the television was turned down and I was told not to be ridiculous.

Mind after the program had finished mother did agree to going to the doctors to have her ears looked at.

Till next time




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