In Which My Mother Has Another Brainwave
Oct. 27th, 2015 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfiona99Please assume that the start of Beethoven's 5th is the noise I hear every time my mother gets one of her ideas. It's not quite doomy enough, but it will have to do.
Since I obviously cannot be trusted alone in Mexico City (my mother accepts I might be older than 13 now. She's just yet to believe I am actually an adult. This is why I find her complaints that boy cousin in a hovering parent to be deeply, deeply hilarious. Something of which she is aware.) I must be accompanied. Mum's first idea is that I take L along. L, unfortunately, is claiming work. Which is fair enough, and I doubt he's saying no just so he can laugh at the situation. He is, of course, laughing at the situation. He's allowed because his mother is marginally worse than mine. He also think's my Mum's being rational so I think his judgement is skewed. (Seriously British peeps, Mexico City is not that scary.)
Mum's other option is that I take her along. To which D and R (who I was with at the weekend) went 'well played Mum'. Now I doubt my mother's evil plan was actually to finagle a holiday away from the mad house, but ... nah, I can go with well played Mum.
Of course this makes organising the whole thing 15 x more difficult. Although flying out from Manchester is cheaper than flying out from London in many, many ways.
I was meeting up with D and R anyway to go visit the British Ceramics Biennial (http://www.britishceramicsbiennial.com/) which was a bit artsy for my tastes, but I discovered the glories of Eritrean bread and this guy's ceramics (http://www.cumbrianblues.com/).
D and R are also the really travelled people of my acquaintance. They are of the many people where I go 'which continent are they on this week'. And, most importantly, they had visited Mexico. Mysteriously, they were also the people who thought my visiting Mexico on my own plan wasn't lunatical. I am saying nothing about everyone else.
So yeah, we need a thing for 'in which I have been outmanoeuvred by mother. Yet again!'.
Since I obviously cannot be trusted alone in Mexico City (my mother accepts I might be older than 13 now. She's just yet to believe I am actually an adult. This is why I find her complaints that boy cousin in a hovering parent to be deeply, deeply hilarious. Something of which she is aware.) I must be accompanied. Mum's first idea is that I take L along. L, unfortunately, is claiming work. Which is fair enough, and I doubt he's saying no just so he can laugh at the situation. He is, of course, laughing at the situation. He's allowed because his mother is marginally worse than mine. He also think's my Mum's being rational so I think his judgement is skewed. (Seriously British peeps, Mexico City is not that scary.)
Mum's other option is that I take her along. To which D and R (who I was with at the weekend) went 'well played Mum'. Now I doubt my mother's evil plan was actually to finagle a holiday away from the mad house, but ... nah, I can go with well played Mum.
Of course this makes organising the whole thing 15 x more difficult. Although flying out from Manchester is cheaper than flying out from London in many, many ways.
I was meeting up with D and R anyway to go visit the British Ceramics Biennial (http://www.britishceramicsbiennial.com/) which was a bit artsy for my tastes, but I discovered the glories of Eritrean bread and this guy's ceramics (http://www.cumbrianblues.com/).
D and R are also the really travelled people of my acquaintance. They are of the many people where I go 'which continent are they on this week'. And, most importantly, they had visited Mexico. Mysteriously, they were also the people who thought my visiting Mexico on my own plan wasn't lunatical. I am saying nothing about everyone else.
So yeah, we need a thing for 'in which I have been outmanoeuvred by mother. Yet again!'.
