I'm not sure what I've done this time, but she wasn't very interested in talking to me. So I spent the time telling her about what John and the boys are up to, and asking her about various things I know she's seen/done since she was home (well primed by Nicky). Didn't approach the cat idea. I dunno, it just takes the wind out of my sails. I try to get properly upbeat before calling, but after I'm always completely flat.
Still, mug of coffee later and back dealing with cases.
John and I are going to go out suit shopping. I do love a nice suit. I do love John in a nice suit.
Probably going to check out a few more tailors, until we find something for John as a sort of everyday-suit, and somewhere we might trust to work on our wedding suits. There's a tailor called Cad & The Dandy I want to try, and a few others that sound sort of...promising. Also very well aware time marches on, and we've done, essentially, nothing yet.
I think I'll be almost as excited the day we get the licence in our hands as the day we actually tie the knot!
In other news - don't attempt to run your dishwasher with washing up liquid in it. Yes, Sherlock, we know it's what you use to wash dishes...but it just doesn't work in the dishwasher. It makes it gurgle in a bad way. And completely fills with bubbles. Which, I know, you think is great. Hence our flat looking like a 90s nightclub now.
Oh, and upon getting to work this morning, there was a halo over my staff photo, wings stuck on the name plate on my door, 'Angel' taped over where it normally says 'DI' and 'Gives you wings' plastered across the coffee maker...
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As hard as it is I think when it come to your mum you need to accept that you haven't 'done' anything and that her moods have absolutely nothing to do with your actions or inactions. Make contact with her when you want to, tell her what you want to tell her, give her a couple of opportunities to tell you something and if she doesn't wish her well and end the call then ring John for something to smile about :-)
I love the people you work with, most of the time, but isn't 'Gives you wings' a saying attached to something no one is allowed to mention around you? ;-)
Enjoy suit shopping, I'm sure you'll both look amazing in whatever you wear for your wedding but it is definitely and good excuse for a very good suit :-)
I know - I mean, you know, I sort of know...but it's hard to convince myself? That sentence made almost no sense, did it?
I should learn to cut my losses, but I haven't for the past forty odd years.
The whole cat thing is getting to me on a ridiculous level. I actually think I've managed to think myself into the position of being jealous of a hypothetical cat...
The 'gives you wings' is indeed a banned substance! I'd rather drink toilet cleaner. But if you need wings, and caffeine's what's going to provide, then at least coffee is the honest way to go about it :)
It makes perfect sense as does being jealous of a possible cat, its perfectly understandable that the idea that your mum might care for something better than she did you lot would be upsetting.
Caffeine! where would the world be without caffeine? ;-)
My OH speaks to his mother every week and has to psych himself up every time. Her whole attitude is negative and quite often she doesn't even bother to ask what he's been doing. So in that respect you're not alone.
I, meanwhile, visit my mother every week, (briefly) and contrive to tell her as little as possible, because even now I do lots of things I don't want my mum to know about (and yes, I do have a grown up daughter of my own, who probably does the same).
Which, I know, you think is great.
I know it's not good for it...but it was pretty great...
Well, it didn't seem to be bad for it.
I'm having horrible flashbacks to terrible nightclubs though.
And you could just see Sherlock's mind racing about how else to make bubbles. I will not bail him out when he fills the fountains in Trafalgar Square with detergent and encases half of London in a bubble mountain.
SH - I've been torn, during my life, between telling her almost nothing, for various reasons, and trying to tell her...well, probably too much, to try and get her to understand a bit about me. I don't think I've ever found the right balance. I'll go and see her soon.
L--IMO, if the idea of your mother with a (hypothetical) cat bothers you, you should just let the matter drop. It's not like you'd be taking something away from her--actually, for all you know, you're saving a cat. And because your feelings matter, too, and should not be undervalued. And...that's all, really.
...Is it wrong to want more pictures of the results of the bubble-maker-washer? :)
Sorry, there aren't any more pictures - it would only encourage him. Plus we're not exactly wild about having pictures of the flat online.
imagine a terrible foam party...but slightly more domestic.
we're not exactly wild about having pictures of the flat online.
Oh, I didn't think of that, my apologies. (I was just thinking about foam all over the place...it makes me giggle, being as I don't have to clean it up! :D)
imagine a terrible foam party...but slightly more domestic.
Wow, you and I were going to different parties in the 90s. I wonder if yours were more fun.
After my dad's stroke I moved in to take care of him. Needless to say, it was one of the driving forces for me joining the Army. I love him dearly, but...
I had to laugh at the dishwasher. One of the doctors at our surgery decided to be "helpful" and did that. He's no longer allowed to "help."
Sorry about the cat. I hope something works out.
You weren't to know! Maybe we'll see how she does for a bit. If it seems like she really will stay living where she does then we can discuss it.
Do they let care recipients have pets unrestrained in your neck of the woods? Out here they were supposed to be kept outside or at least in a shut-off room. Not that it generally happened.
Just something to bear in mind; and I agree, you should wait a bit for your Mum to settle in. Especially if she's started smoking again. :/
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