Oh, I completely forget to write about what else was awsum about yesterday – and hold onto your hats – ‘twas my mother. Uh huh. Not a typo.
I called her to check that the gig tickets I had sent there hadn’t been lost and that my car was still in working order, and all was well. So I brought up the subject that I was coming down next week and bringing The Boyf, she was still we-need-to-measure-this-in-Kelvins cool about it. Buoyed by this I told her I was moving out because <little omission of the whole truth> I didn’t like Violent Sidekick always being here and having his own set of keys </little omission of the whole truth> and that I was moving back home. Still no problems – in fact she started organising people to help me move my stuff and dates they’d be doing it! Finally I told her I was looking to move to a different city, she was positively supportive!
Hmm, maybe I have been overly harsh of her generally overbearing nature.
