Sunday, 5 August 2007

LOOK MUM NO HANDS!

Mum called this morning just as I was thinking of her, while I was in the kitchen making a cup of tea. I thought of her cause I trod on something that reminded me of an umbilical cord from one of our old dog Winnie's puppies. Winnie was a great dog. My sister still has the plaster cast of Winnie's leg and this is like maybe 14 years ago. The cast isn't very big. Winnie was a corgi. So - there is Mum chatting away telling me that one of the teachers at her school was checking out my MySpace page and Flickr for some project for her class and then Mum started going on about this blog. I was like "Oh god Mum PLEASE don't read my blog." And she was like "Yes some of it is quite shocking." And I was like "But I write it and don't imagine you are reading it. I don't think you and your friends are going to sit there and read it. I write like it is all the stuff me and Dad used to talk about in the garage. Boys's talk." And she was all like totally casual "Oh God Emma, you've always been like that. Don't worry." So now I'm not. I didn't bring up the time she and my sister quoted sections of my journal back to me over the dinner table when I was 17 [see it was at this moment I realised there was no point to having any shame.] I also didn't was to mention either that she was part of the most embarrasing moment of my life envolving me, my ex boyfriend Nick Dunn and making eye contact with her through the bedroom window at a rather crucial moment... Talk about getting instantly floppy [if I was a guy.]

So, HI MUM!! How you doing? How cold is it in Tassie? Hope you keeping your map o' Tas warm! Do your headlights go on when you go outside. Herrrr herrrr herrrr.

Check me out in Bahrain in 1997!!


Those were the sneakers in the background that cost £120 which was A LOT in those days. Sneakers were never that much then.


Mum, I know you are proud of me whatever I do, even if what I do isn't what most people want their daughters to be doing. I'm proud of you when you told the bank to get stuffed cause you didn't want to wear tights.

xx Lektrogirl

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2 Comments:

Blogger Alex Bok Bok said...

i thought only the royal family had corgis

5 August 2007 12:26  
Blogger Lektrogirl said...

We had two - Winnie, then her son Wizzie. Then Wizzie rooted Winnie and they had another litter of puppies together. Winnie and Wizzie are both buried in the back garden now. As for the royal family, my father was a Scots Guard and had a busby, but we got the dogs cause my mum had corgis when she was growning up. I used to think the pair of them looked like a set of comedy slippers if you stuck your foot up their bums.

5 August 2007 12:32  

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