I can hear Mum on the phone again, teloling the story of the Epic Fall.
It always starts with the story of Grandad's broken lamp, as this is integral to painting Mum as a victim as opposed to just clumsy.
The story will go up to and include the fact she had no help from any of us (lie).
Funnily enough, it doesn't end with her shit-fit over Christmas.
It ends with a description of how she feels now - and possibly a suggestion that she is still getting no help (lie).
I got shouted at the other day.
Mum had gone to Grandad's and then to Tesco.
A friend of hers called, and that's what I passed on.
Why was I shouted at? "What did you tell her that for? I spent half an hour telling X yesterday I was still laid up! She's bound to have told Y! Now she'll wonder what I'm doing going to Tesco - you should have just said I was out, you're as bad as your father, he always gets it wrong as well!"
I calmly called back, "If you didn't lie to people you wouldn't have to worry about what we said on the phone."
Serves her right.
Roll on tomorrow when I get to leave for a couple of days.
Even though I know it means she will clean my bedroom for me - translate, poke about and then tell me grim-lipped about how filthy it was.
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