tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post115934647584531391..comments2023-11-02T21:46:26.482+13:00Comments on Violet goes green, sort of: A day with my mum - an oven-roasted selfViolethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10547452802344363142noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-1159426790209328662006-09-28T18:59:00.000+12:002006-09-28T18:59:00.000+12:00gary james: yeah, no matter how much she annoys me...gary james: yeah, no matter how much she annoys me, none of that wipes out the fact that she's the one who made me macaroni when I was, bathed me in a plastic rubbish bin and took me out for tea and cake after school on Fridays.<BR/><BR/>beth: she's actually quite well now that she's had her op, regarding her appetite and energy levels. But it didn't stop her from keeping her fur coat on at the indoor pool today.<BR/><BR/>elizaf: hmm...I wonder whether medication is responsible for my mum's lack of internal heating?<BR/><BR/>happyandblue: one of my greatest fears is that at her age, I will adopt all of her least attractive qualities - hard of hearing, forgetful, long-winded and unable to stay warm. And the boy has seen what she's like, so he knows what he's got to look forward to!Violethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10547452802344363142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-1159413233277626462006-09-28T15:13:00.000+12:002006-09-28T15:13:00.000+12:00Glad she is getting better.My Mom is always cold a...Glad she is getting better.<BR/>My Mom is always cold as well. It must just be a Mom thing. Which you will likely inherit at some point, ha,ha..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-1159393928168626672006-09-28T09:52:00.000+12:002006-09-28T09:52:00.000+12:00My mother is on blood-thinning medicine so she is ...My mother is on blood-thinning medicine so she is always cold. I have the heating raising the roof, I am in my underwear and she is pottering around going: "ooh I've just have a cuppa to warm myself up" Poor old bat :) E.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-1159384858497195972006-09-28T07:20:00.000+12:002006-09-28T07:20:00.000+12:00I'm glad it went well. I sometimes write - and spe...I'm glad it went well. I sometimes write - and speak - in an offhand manner about my parents, and then my friend, whose mother went senile at the heartbreakingly young age of 47, and who now resides in a care home, reminds me that I'm an ungrateful little shit who ought to value the time I have with my folks. And he's right of course, he's so right.Gary Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03727842682290280425noreply@blogger.com