OK, I am not that old. Lest those of you who are older zap me with your evil eye.

But I AM old at heart, I swear.

As the years or months go by, I find myself behaving more and more like an old biddy.

Frowning on people who smoke and drink. Clucking away like an old hen at heavily tattooed backs (of females, no less!). Disgust at people who don’t know the simple courtesy of social etiquette.

Arranging my money notes by order and facing the correct way. Putting away my receipts and bills in segmented files. Believing in home-cooked food for the children, and thus making my way home after work to cook dinner.

I scarily sound more and more like my mom. Eww. Hahahaa!!

I brought her out for hi tea last Sunday and we will be doing the daddy, mummy, aunty, Big, me and kids thing this Sunday. Woo.

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Ger just presented me with a porcelain tea cup and spoon for Mother’s Day. Actually I am not big on Mother’s Day. It’s just a hyped up commercial day like V day. But I couldn’t hurt her feelings by dumping my cynical worldly crap on her so I accepted the gift with grace.

Ah well. Better the child who cares than the child who cannot be bothered, no?