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Arthur Miller’s Turning In His Grave

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Another Tuesday, another tesco day with mum.

Mum: Are you getting anything in Tesco today?

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Me: Yes, a few things. I need tea, bread, rolls…and if Claire had her way I’d be bringing home a pony.

Mum: Phoney?


Mum: What?

Me: A pony! It’s for Claire. She always asks me to bring home a pony!

Mum: What?

Me: Never mind, it’s just a joke.

Mum: I don’t get it.

Me: It doesn’t matter.

Mum: It’s not funny.


I picked up a book to browse through, Crucible by S.G.MacLean.

Mum: What’s that book called?

Me: Crucible.

Mum: Crucible?

Me: Yes.

Mum: Since when were you interested in snooker?


Me: Mum, do you need beetroot?

Mum: What kind of fruit?

Me: Can I take wine intravenously…?
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8 thoughts on “Arthur Miller’s Turning In His Grave

  1. I love this, your Mum is a pet 😉 Funnily enough, my Mum (aged 81) has very similar ‘moments’, AND finds your blog posts about your Mum funny. I hope I’ll be able to smile at myself when I’m such a grand age xxx

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