Mum came over on Saturday. We breakfasted at the Mugg & Bean and had a nice, chilled day together. It was a fairly docile weekend, as I had premeditated - barring a short Manhattan visiting on Friday, a fun day spent with Crispy White Shirt Guy on Sunday, ending up at the Jolly Roger, and wine and a DVD with The Dove.
Had some interesting chats with my mum though:
1) My grandparents were on Laugh Out Loud. (South Africa’s Candid Camera.) Poor doddering Francophiles, ambling casually through a street in Cape Town where they were told war is about to break out. Apparently my grandmother just stared helplessly at the dressed up war guerrilla, and gramps, basically told the man to fuck off. That’s my gramps.
2) My mum was in labour for 18 hours, I got stuck in the birth canal, and she had to be rushed to surgery. And my heart stopped. Having me was the ultimate bitch. Poor woman.
3) We’re going to plan a mother, daughter trip. For end this year, or next year sometime. Possibly to Provence, ride through the Luberon valley on bicycles. Or to Reunion, or Morocco. My mum’s a gas when we travel together, so I’m stoked.
And we need to get new bulbs for our lounge. Two have blown, over the weekend, and now the place is cast in darkness. This in itself is depressing.