So, you know how your Mum is the only Mum you've got. And that they're meant to big you up a bit in life, treat you like you're the most important person, show you unconditional love and basically think you're the best thing since their slice of toast with peanut butter that morning, at least.
And being the dutiful daughter, there I sat with her yesterday early evening, on her sofa, in her room at our house. Watching Pointless with her while she slowly devoured her curry and rice supper, with chocolate mousse, so she had some company as she ate. With me sitting at an odd angle, as she never quite moves up enough and I end up with half a cheek on the sofa, tipping gently forwards off her multiple cushions, while trying to stop both the dog and the cat begging for her scraps.
At which point, out came the oh-so-helpful, motherly pearl of wisdom:
'You look like you're pregnant'
Ah, just what I wanted to hear!
It seems, no matter how many times I try and explain that the phrase 'have you put on weight?' is never welcomed by any female over the age of 9, Mum hasn't quite got it into her head that I'm not so keen on such observations (and god knows, the 'you look nice in that' / 'I like your perfume' or whatever type of comment is disturbingly absent in our house!)
Hey ho, perhaps its an excuse to put on 4 stone in the next 9 months??
Back to the diet, and the scales, sigh…. x