Let me set the scene for another in the series of ridiculous conversations. This morning Dougie was reading the papers in the living room, listening to a CD. I brought in some coffee and...
A conversation I wish I’d never started: No. 7
These conversations usually occur between my son or husband and me (see conversations 1 to 6 here). It’s not usual to have one with someone outside the family. Not so today when I find...
A conversation I wish I’d never started: No 6
Regular readers will know this feature on my blog usually involves my inability to finish sentences or think of people’s names when talking with my teenage son. In a recent twist, I also had...
A conversation I wish I’d never started: No. 5
These embarrassing conversations usually feature my teenage son and me. This time it was a little dialogue with my husband. I shall set the scene. Dougie is getting ready to go to work and...
A conversation I wish I’d never started – No.4
Another in the series of embarrassing mother/teenage son conversations. (For reference, may I suggest conversation one, two and three) Me: There’s a song I can’t get out of my head. Son: Oh God, here we...
A conversation I wish I’d never started – No.3
Another in the series of ‘Conversations I wish I’d never started’ with my teenage son, Rory. However, whereas conversations One and Two portrayed a mother with an addled brain versus a ‘too sharp he’ll cut...
A conversation I wish I’d never started – No. 2
You may remember the first ‘conversation I wish I’d never started’ with my teenage son. The inability of my addled, middle-aged brain to connect with the sharp, intolerance of youth. Here’s another one from this morning at breakfast. Me: I just...
A conversation I wish I’d never started
I think it’s an age thing, the inablity to finish sentences or remember names or even simple words. My son despairs of me and we have these ridiculous conversations where he tries to work...