Oh MI.
Fingers crossed that it will be nothing to worry about.
My mother phoned me last night. She gets more and more charmless as she gets older. I sent her the newly launched summer version of a perfume that I know she loves, and which I gave her for Christmas. The conversation went like this:
"That perfume you sent me arrived today." (NB, no "thank you.")
"Oh good, I'm glad it came quickly - did you like it?"
"Do you not remember? You gave me exactly the same one for Christmas."
"No, this is the newly launched summer version - I thought you'd like it for your holidays..."
"I'm telling you, it's exactly the same one as the one you sent me for Christmas."
"Well in that case the company have made a mistake... can you check again, and see, because if they have sent the wrong one, I'll get them to replace it."
"It's. The. Same. One."
"Can you compare it with your Christmas one - it should be in a pale box, and it's called "un air de...""
"Oh yes. It is different."
"So... do you like it?"
"It will probably be alright. I haven't tried it yet."
She then went on to moan about DH not delivering the telly she has demanded from her late sister's house - "I knew he couldn't be bothered to do it and I'd never get it." (It's about a five hour round trip, so not exactly an after work job.) And she wonders why she gets no visitors!