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Gotta love ya mum! Reading things like this make realise it's the silly little a things  bless your mummy!.. | |||
"Just rang me, I answered and she said " its OK I don't want you" and put the phone down "PMSL class, gotta love mums  | |||
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"Just rang me, I answered and she said " its OK I don't want you" and put the phone down PMSL class, gotta love mums "I know I do. | |||
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"My mum rings my home phone and then asks if I'm in?!? "Either that or it's 'where are you?' Well given you've just phoned me at home where do you think I am?! | |||
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Or my favourite Dadism "nobody ever texts me"
Me: "dad you don't have a mobile" | |||
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"Charming! But I'd love my mum to call me...there's no phones in heaven though
Gotta love ya mum! Reading things like this make realise it's the silly little a things bless your mummy!.."So would I. It is the small things . Love your Mums ladies and gents. You are very lucky to have them. X | |||
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"Just rang me, I answered and she said " its OK I don't want you" and put the phone down PMSL class, gotta love mums
I know I do."I thought this was going to be you starting this thread  | |||
"I could probably write a book about my mum's mumisms. The hire car keys on the day we were returning home from a holiday in France was a good one. I'd like to recount the story but just the memory is painful enough. I love my mum but sometimes she needs very careful supervision." You can't leave it like that ! | |||
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"Any mother whom disowns their son or daughter you are SCUM, my mother loved me to bits when the day comes she passes away it will kick u so fuckin hard. 1998 my mum passed away yea i was 17 deal with that n put that in your pie hole. " I'm sorry to hear that. Nobody here has disowned their son or daughter though. | |||
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"I could probably write a book about my mum's mumisms. The hire car keys on the day we were returning home from a holiday in France was a good one. I'd like to recount the story but just the memory is painful enough. I love my mum but sometimes she needs very careful supervision. You can't leave it like that !" It's a bit complicated. I'm not sure I have the energy. Maybe tomorrow. | |||
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"Any mother whom disowns their son or daughter you are SCUM, my mother loved me to bits when the day comes she passes away it will kick u so fuckin hard. 1998 my mum passed away yea i was 17 deal with that n put that in your pie hole. " | |||
"I could probably write a book about my mum's mumisms. The hire car keys on the day we were returning home from a holiday in France was a good one. I'd like to recount the story but just the memory is painful enough. I love my mum but sometimes she needs very careful supervision. You can't leave it like that !" Oooo-kay, here we go. It's a bit of a saga, so bear with me. Mum and I went on holiday to France. We hired a car, which we picked up at the airport, (which was a small-ish airport). We were told at the end of the holiday to drop the keys in a letterbox on the side of the rental office. Come the end of the holiday, we return to the airport. We had to park the car on a car park some way from the terminal, so mum dropped me off by the terminal with the bags whilst she went to park. It was baking hot, with no shade nearby, but I didn't think she'd be long. Maybe 10 minutes later she walks up, from my left, which was the direction of the car park. "Ok", I said, "we just have to drop the keys off". "I've done it!", mum announces brightly. I look at her for a second, confused. "How?", I ask, turning to look at the rental office, which is a little over to my right. Mum looks for a second then a look of terrible realisation settles on her face and she turns to look at an office building some way off to the left, which she had to pass on her way back to me. Yep, she'd confused a random office on the airport site with the car hire office, (I've no idea how. The office building was plain and the car hire office was plastered with branding and adverts), and dropped the hire car keys into their mailbox. Before I can say anything, she rushes off, leaving me, (fair skinned, burn very easily, no sunscreen because I didn't expect to need it), in the scorching sun with the luggage. She rushes back to the office. The mailbox is an external one but there's no way she can reach inside to get the keys. It's a Saturday. The office is closed. She starts knocking on the door anyway. Nobody answers. Finally she comes back over to me, flustered and in a panic. I suggest we go to the car hire office and explain. She agrees but then says, "let me try once more". She dashes back to the random office and starts knocking on the door again. After several minutes a woman finally comes to the door. She is working the weekend and is the only one in the office. Mum explains the situation but the woman does not have the key to the mailbox. Together they start trying to extract the keys. Several attempts, such as feeding strips of sellotape into the mailbox ( ) fail. I'm starting to expire from too much sun by this point, having been standing there for at least half an hour, but there's far too much luggage for me to be able to move, and nobody around I can ask for help. I don't even have any water with me and am getting very thirsty.
The woman disappears back into the office. A couple of minutes later she emerges with a metal coat hanger. Some coat hanger wrestling ensues and a hook is fashioned. A few attempts, and some adjustments later and the keys are successfully captured. It's probably 35 or 40 minutes since mum left me to drop off the car. Thankfully we were early to check in for the flight and weren't at risk of missing it.
Mum thanks the woman profusely, returns to me and we drop the keys into the correct mailbox. We get on with checking-in for our flight home, rather less composed than when we had been when we first reached the airport!
See? She needs close supervision! | |||
"I could probably write a book about my mum's mumisms. The hire car keys on the day we were returning home from a holiday in France was a good one. I'd like to recount the story but just the memory is painful enough. I love my mum but sometimes she needs very careful supervision. You can't leave it like that ! Oooo-kay, here we go. It's a bit of a saga, so bear with me. Mum and I went on holiday to France. We hired a car, which we picked up at the airport, (which was a small-ish airport). We were told at the end of the holiday to drop the keys in a letterbox on the side of the rental office. Come the end of the holiday, we return to the airport. We had to park the car on a car park some way from the terminal, so mum dropped me off by the terminal with the bags whilst she went to park. It was baking hot, with no shade nearby, but I didn't think she'd be long. Maybe 10 minutes later she walks up, from my left, which was the direction of the car park. "Ok", I said, "we just have to drop the keys off". "I've done it!", mum announces brightly. I look at her for a second, confused. "How?", I ask, turning to look at the rental office, which is a little over to my right. Mum looks for a second then a look of terrible realisation settles on her face and she turns to look at an office building some way off to the left, which she had to pass on her way back to me. Yep, she'd confused a random office on the airport site with the car hire office, (I've no idea how. The office building was plain and the car hire office was plastered with branding and adverts), and dropped the hire car keys into their mailbox. Before I can say anything, she rushes off, leaving me, (fair skinned, burn very easily, no sunscreen because I didn't expect to need it), in the scorching sun with the luggage. She rushes back to the office. The mailbox is an external one but there's no way she can reach inside to get the keys. It's a Saturday. The office is closed. She starts knocking on the door anyway. Nobody answers. Finally she comes back over to me, flustered and in a panic. I suggest we go to the car hire office and explain. She agrees but then says, "let me try once more". She dashes back to the random office and starts knocking on the door again. After several minutes a woman finally comes to the door. She is working the weekend and is the only one in the office. Mum explains the situation but the woman does not have the key to the mailbox. Together they start trying to extract the keys. Several attempts, such as feeding strips of sellotape into the mailbox ( ) fail. I'm starting to expire from too much sun by this point, having been standing there for at least half an hour, but there's far too much luggage for me to be able to move, and nobody around I can ask for help. I don't even have any water with me and am getting very thirsty.
The woman disappears back into the office. A couple of minutes later she emerges with a metal coat hanger. Some coat hanger wrestling ensues and a hook is fashioned. A few attempts, and some adjustments later and the keys are successfully captured. It's probably 35 or 40 minutes since mum left me to drop off the car. Thankfully we were early to check in for the flight and weren't at risk of missing it.
Mum thanks the woman profusely, returns to me and we drop the keys into the correct mailbox. We get on with checking-in for our flight home, rather less composed than when we had been when we first reached the airport!
See? She needs close supervision! "LMAO This will be you in 30 years | |||
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" LMAO This will be you in 30 years" Oh heck, thanks for that!
I seriously hope not! | |||
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"My mum rings my home phone and then asks if I'm in?!? "Lol I get the same reply or where are you? Er, I'm at home mum lol. | |||
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"Charming! But I'd love my mum to call me...there's no phones in heaven though
Gotta love ya mum! Reading things like this make realise it's the silly little a things bless your mummy!.."I couldn't agree more. I'm currently looking after mine who is at end of life sadly slowly dying | |||
"But I'd love my mum to call me...there's no phones in heaven though" This is so true | |||
"Just rang me, I answered and she said " its OK I don't want you" and put the phone down "for Xmas dinner I think she meant ,awww  | |||
