Oops

[caddyman]

Having not managed to speak to Mum yesterday as she was driving back to Wem on a long detour around a fire in the Sundorne area of Shrewsbury, I spoke to her today.

In good spirits she recounted how she, Hayley and the baby had gone to Dad’s grave to change the flowers for his birthday. “The daisies we took up last week when you were here are holding up well” she said, “I trimmed them a little to tidy them up and put some fresh flowers in with them.”

“Well, they would hold up nicely” I responded. “They are plastic”. The whole point was to use the realistic-looking plastic ones as a frame to support the fresh flowers, you see.

Judging by the muffled snarks and titters from the other end of the phone, I think I left a very amused 80 year old trying desperately not to wee herself with laughter.

Hayley didn’t notice either, and she’s 60 years younger. I bet the baby did (she’s quite bright for an 8 month old), but declined to say.

They are very good plastic daisies.

Comments

[ellefurtle.livejournal.com]

Brilliant!

And 'holding up nicely' is such a Mum thing to say!

[kt-peasant.livejournal.com]

From unscientific observation, at eight months the key feature of anything is not 'is it fresh/plastic', but 'can I get it in my mouth'

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Prodigy!

[ladkyis.livejournal.com]

When they get to age two and a half they can be very cutting when they tell you things.
I was playing with the divine miss Em and refused the offer of a sandwich as I had already eaten 17. She looked me straight in the eye and said "them are pretend ones Marmar, them not real... no cals in him!"