Just put the phone down on DH , I'm sick of waiting for him to be here.
No-one else here had to wait this long for their pet passport
More twittering here and she keeps putting the cricket on but really, really loud. She's went on and on about forgetting to buy presents for people so I said "It's ok, I've got 2 bottles of really good local wine here, take those back". But no, she had to go stumping off to the local shop to buy over-priced non-local wine. And then complain.
It's the wittering that does me in, it is non-stop and I'm mentally exhausted. She follows me around the house.
We went to the market in the next town today, there is a bizarre little cat rescue hut in the car park I normally park in - she was very excited by that. Now today I knew I would have trouble parking because of the market. She went on and on about seeing the cats as I was driving around, trying to get a spot.
"ooh, have the girls seen the cats, shall we go and see them, why can't we park there?"
"It'll be full as it's right in the town"
"Oh I was really looking forward to it"
"look, there's a space, you missed it! Why did you drive past it"
"Because it's a blue parking space and I don't have a permit"
"ooh look a space there"
"It's a blue parking space"
"Ooh there's one"
"That is also a blue parking space"
Takes time out to glare at Gendarmes, who are reknowned for pulling English drivers over and issuing random on the spot fines and pocketing the money.
"There's one, there, God you missed it!"
"IT'S A BLUE SPACE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD".
"What a pity we can't go and see the cats".
"Girls, girls shall we see the cats?"
and so on. The girls were monumentally unimpressed by the prospect of seeing some scrawny moggies in a hut, heartless wenches that they are. My mum was very upset.
I can hear her twittering at the cricket downstairs on the tv.
I can't stand it.
Belgian I know you know how I feel, I laughed at the following you around with the phone.
Everyone else I'm sorry I've been so self-centered but I need to offload
And she made me buy her some new pants today. We are talking ginormo Granny belly-warmers. I told the check-out lady "les culottes pour ma mere", she raised one eyebrow in a disbelieving manner.