An Adventure

I'll be ringing Mum later and, as usual, I'm wondering which Mum it will be. Cheerful, or relatively so, Mum is always a relief. This is the one who asks about everyone over here and can happily recount being about to make a cup of tea, how a book she's reading had made her laugh, and the like. Kooky Mum is a bit of a handful. This is the one who seems to think she once lived in Singapore and can't remember the house she lived in at Gresham Street for some thirty-odd years. Angry Mum is sort of refreshing on account of her energy, but repetitive in her truculence regarding most aspects of the world. Despairing Mum is sad and painful to listen to, but bracing in her honesty.

The adventure lies in the unpredictability surrounding which one you're going to get. The change from one evening to another can be startling. But all are valid and I'm grateful, or try to be, for which ever one it is on the other end of the line.