Mums
Mrs Liveinabin tells us: My mum told me to eat my vegetables, or I wouldn't get any pudding. I'm 32 and told her I could do what I like. I ate my vegetables. Tell us about mums.
( , Thu 11 Feb 2010, 13:21)
Mrs Liveinabin tells us: My mum told me to eat my vegetables, or I wouldn't get any pudding. I'm 32 and told her I could do what I like. I ate my vegetables. Tell us about mums.
( , Thu 11 Feb 2010, 13:21)
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My Mum
My Mum is amazing. She is one person that you don't want to say "Do something about it then". She was complaining about there not being books featuring black people. So my Dad said "Do something about it then". She sold her publishing company (http://www.tamarindbooks.co.uk) two years ago, to Random House. Go, Mum.
She's recovered from her Convent schooling long enough to tell a priest off for dissing her 14 year old me. Then took me home, tore a side off me, then stuck it back on so she could do the other one. Mind you, I deserved it. Then she managed to persuade the school that had expelled me to have a rethink... they did.
There's just one thing. She can't keep names straight in her head. I've been called my name, my Dad's name, my brother's name, the cat's names (we lost the cats more than fifteen years ago), Pink Goddess's name, my son's name and it goes on. Bless. These days I answer to anything that she shouts while looking in my direction.
( , Sun 14 Feb 2010, 14:59, Reply)
My Mum is amazing. She is one person that you don't want to say "Do something about it then". She was complaining about there not being books featuring black people. So my Dad said "Do something about it then". She sold her publishing company (http://www.tamarindbooks.co.uk) two years ago, to Random House. Go, Mum.
She's recovered from her Convent schooling long enough to tell a priest off for dissing her 14 year old me. Then took me home, tore a side off me, then stuck it back on so she could do the other one. Mind you, I deserved it. Then she managed to persuade the school that had expelled me to have a rethink... they did.
There's just one thing. She can't keep names straight in her head. I've been called my name, my Dad's name, my brother's name, the cat's names (we lost the cats more than fifteen years ago), Pink Goddess's name, my son's name and it goes on. Bless. These days I answer to anything that she shouts while looking in my direction.
( , Sun 14 Feb 2010, 14:59, Reply)
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