Page 30 Mothers not nosey, Just curious.


Page 30
Mothers not nosey,
Just curious.


We are of shopping today, mother has done the shopping list and I have checked the cupboards to make sure she hasn’t forgotten anything.
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 I always think of shopping day as organised chaos. Mother comes to the front door where the walker is ready and waiting, I hold the handbag and of we go. With mother safely in the car the walker put in the boot, we head for the super market.

“Slow down” shouts mother.

“What’s the matter” I say braking, looking for a speed camera or worse.

“I wanted to see what they were doing at that house. But you were going to fast for me to see.it doesn’t matter now”

“You could cause an accident shouting like that. What were you looking at?” I was really annoyed.

“They seem to be doing some building work at that house, I only wanted to see what they were having done” mother looks so innocent at times.

“Are you becoming a nosey neighbour” I tease.

“No, I was just curious that’s all.” I so wanted to laugh, even if she does annoy me at times.

For the rest of the journey I went slowly pointing things out to her and she in turn commented on how much you could see when you weren’t driving.

This I found great fun, as she was distracted form watching the road and my driving. (Note to self, distract her more often)

In the supermarket it was a different matter,

“Watch where you’re pushing that trolley, you nearly hit that freezer” (what the…. I don’t believe it now she is watching my trolley driving)

“You watch where you’re going and leave the trolley to me” (that put her in her place. Humph)

Mother scowled and I glared, it was a right proper face off, there was no way I was backing down.

 I won and we continued shopping. Mothers!!!!!!

The shopping was finished relatively quickly for once and no further battles with mother, I bet she felt cheated because on the drive here she didn’t nag about my driving, so was trying to make up for it by nagging about the trolley. Which would be typical.

When we got close to the houses I slowed the car down,

“Do you still want to see the building their doing” I grinned

“Oh yes thank you, oh look they are extending the house and the ones next door are having something done as well” mother is nosey.

“That’s called, keeping up with the jones” I laughed.

“No one called jones lives there, unless new people moved in”

Well I exploded with laughter, tears rolled down my face, luckily we were back home or I would have had to stop the car.

“No mother it’s an expression, keeping up with the joneses, meaning you always want to be better than or have the same as your friends or neighbours” and off I went into another fit of giggles.

“Oh I see, I haven’t heard that saying for a long time. Emmm maybe your right”

Till next time







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