My mum
My mum's not very well.

We've had a bit of a rollercoaster of a year as she was diagnosed with terminal cancer after beating it a couple of years ago.

She's been given days to live a couple of times but beats the odds and is still here 8 months later.

She deteriorated quite quickly and was in and out of hospital getting various treatments. Her breathing got so bad that she became bed ridden and rather muddled (not surprising as after this incident she had almost 6 litres of fluid drained from her lungs).

During one of these muddled moments, mum stirs from her bed and announces "It's a shame Thatcher's not around any more"

This is it, we think. Our staunch socialist mum (who has demanded everyone at her funeral wear an item of red clothing and sing Fly the Red Flag) has lost it. She not only thinks Thatcher is dead but is uset about it.

"Mum," we say "Thatcher's still alive"

She stares at us, announcing "I know that. It's just a shame she's a shadow of her former self. Otherwise I'd be writing hate mail to her every day. It's not like they could lock me up for it now"

Legend!
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Fri 30 Dec 2011, 12:43, 1 reply)

Ha!
She sounds ace!
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