I have just given my mum a call to see how she is faring today and she sounded quite down in the dumps. Our conversation went like this:
Me: Hello, did you sleep well
Mum: Not so bad
Me: You sound fed up are you alright, how is your mate doing. (meaning the fly)
Mum: I saw a little black speck on my kitchen floor and on closer inspection it was the fly, it’s dead.
Me: Well you did not want it flying round did you?
Mum: I did not mind it as long as it did not settle on my head when I was trying to have my afternoon nap
Me: Trying not to laugh, but failing, Well you had sprayed it a lot
Mum: I know
Me: So you did want it gone
Mum: It was not doing any harm really
Me: Well its gone to the great fly gravesite in the sky
Mum: I don’t suppose it had anything to eat
Me: What do flies actually eat
Mum: I don’t know.
Me: Are you going to draw the curtains as a sign of respect
Mum: Dont be so cheeky, have some respect.
Me: Why don’t you get a budgie again
Mum: I don’t want a budgie, the seed gets all over, they make such a mess
Me: Well you liked Joey (previous budgie) when we had him
Mum: Yes until he laid an egg and we had to rename him Josephine
Me: Oh yes and we put the egg in the airing cupboard to see if it would hatch out (why did we do that ??? )
Mum: Yes we did, but nothing happened !
Me: Happy memories eh!
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