Mum logic

Before I set off for Ynys Môn (that's Anglesey to us English-speaking pig dogs), here's a little bit about that wonderful thing called "Mum logic".

Mother (aaaawwwww, bless her) phoned me up at work yesterday: "Did you go in the shed last night?"

"No, not at all, why?" Oh gawd, has something been stolen from the shed again??

"Did you go in there this morning before going to work?"

"No, why????"

"Well, we can't find the shed keys anywhere"

Ahhhhhhhh, it suddenly dawned on me that the subject of her query wasn't the shed, but the keys to the padlocks on the shed. Moreover, the keyring that contains the shed keys, but also holds various other keys, including the one to the padlock that locks the gate over the drive. Yes, I'd had the keys. Why didn't she just ask if I'd had the keys?

"Oh, I used the keys to unlock the gate padlock last night, but I thought I put them on the worktop in the kitchen. Try the pocket of my hooded top" Etc, etc, etc. No success, so I left her to her panic and got back to my staring into space very hard work.

She phoned 20 minutes later. "Why did you put them in my handbag?"

"I didn't"

"But you must have, because that's where I've just found them"

"I probably left them on the worktop and you must've picked them up with your car keys before going to bed".

"Why would I do that?"

Bugger only knows!

She still insists that I drank tea until I was ten and that I had both little toes (not just the one) operated on when I was 12. She also insists that both of the offending toes had pins in them. I think I'd have noticed that somehow.

I'm waiting for her to exaggerate the story of my totally benign, totally nothing to worry about and never was, breast lump into second stage breast cancer for which I'm receiving the most terrible chemotherapy and for which I am engaged in a high-court battle to be given Herceptin.


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Just bought myself a little MP3 player for while I'm in Wales. It's just a simple little Creative Muvo thing that only plays MP3s and uses drag and drop via the USB port. Fab. If I find that I use it lots, I may consider getting a proper grown up, all singing, all dancing thing, but this'll do the trick for now.

I'm going to Trearddur Bay, which is on Holy Island. The hotel overlooks the sea. Shame that I have to do conference things really as Anglesey really is beautiful and I'd like the opportunity to explore it a bit.