Me: What’s that noise?
Mum: It’s just the trough falling out the car.
Me: The what now?
Mum: The trough.
Me: The trough? There’s no trough in the car.
Mum: The…trow.
Me: Trow? Do you mean trowel?
Mum: …
Me: Do you mean the windscreen scraper?
Mum: is that what you cry it?
Me: ………AAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
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Next stop, the garden centre for lunch.
Mum: Is this where you pay for it.
Me: No, I’ll tell you where.
Mum: Is this where you pay for it?
Me: No, I’ll tell you where.
Mum: Is this where you pay for it.
Me: No, Mum. I said I’d tell you where.
I pick up the tray and walk to the cashier.
Mum picks up her heels and keeps walking.
Me: Mum! It’s here!
Mum: Why did you not tell me?
Me: …
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Last stop, Tesco, where we share a trolley.
Me: Please don’t put heavy things on top of my bread, you’ll squash it.
Mum: Oh, sorry. I’ll no do that again.
[fruit juice put on top of bread]
Me: Please don’t put heavy things on top of my bread, you’ll squash it.
Mum: Oh, sorry.
[ice cream on top of bread]
Me: (whispering) FFS!
Mum, please don’t put heavy things on top of my bread, you’ll squash it.
Mum: Oh, see me? Hahahaha.
We get to the checkout.
Mum: Whose bread is that?
@nettiewriting 
Nettie – Oh these are absolutely priceless! I can only imagine how hard it must be to actually go through days like that though. Yikes!!!! You’re a good daughter.
She drives me crazy – but she is my mum. Thank you, Margot xxx
I know how hard it is but you cope with such good humour. And it reads like a sit-com .. love you both xxx
Thank you, sweetie. Love to you too xxx
Oh my word! I nearly spat tea all over my lappo! Bless ya Nettie Noo, and bless ya Ma!xx
Glad to make you giggle!
Nx
Still giggling here…..xxxx
still giggling….xx
If I didn’t laugh, I’d cry! xx
You have the patience of a saint and such love. Thank you for making me realise that my day isn’t as hard as I think it is today. 🙂
Bless you, Carolyn, but I don’t really. I lose my temper and can be quite snappy with her at times. But I try xxx