Lavender Hell

There are few things that can prepare you for the true horrors of a live-in Mother-in-Law. The inane, pointless conversations, the "joy" of hearing verbatim the order of the balls that came out at bingo, the unmistakably heady combined smell of piss and lavender. I know from first hand experience what this is like. This is my story!

Monday, September 12, 2005

Another phone call...

The telephone does seem to be a common theme here, but on this occasion it was simply the mode of delivery of the irritation.

I phone to speak to the Mrs; M-I-L answers:

Me: Hi, is [the current Mrs James] there please?"
M-I-L: Yes, I think she is"

Silence.
Thinking she has gone to get her I wait about 30 secs. I hear breathing down the phone.

Me: "Hello"
M-I-L: "Hello"
Me: "So can I speak to her then?"
M-I-L: "Oh, do you want me to get her for you?"

Grrrr - Why exactly did she think I'd called? Did she think I phoned just to find out if the Mrs was there?

posted by Unknown @ 12:03 pm  

2 Comments:

  • At 1:42 am, Blogger crazed lunatic said…

    she has the mentality of a seven year-old, doesn't she? ;)

    mike gave me the link....i've been blogging for a while...but mine's sooo not as interesting. lol

     

  • At 1:06 pm, Blogger Unknown said…

    Hi Steph!

    I'll take a look through your blogs when I get a spare week!

    You've been busy haven't you? Beats looking after the daycare kids I s'pose ;-)

     

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