Cuppa tea mum?
Whilst I was busy being a moody, inconsiderate nightmare of a teenager my mum had ongoing problems with her knees.

She started taking painkillers for them, but these really monged her out, which she didn't like as she's a busy run around kind of person. She decided to stop taking them, and deal with the pain. I can't really blame her, but she turned into a megabitch overnight. Something had to be done.

After a couple of days of putting up with mum it all got too much (my sister agreed). So I made her a tea. A Ralph's special tea.

About half an hour after drinking it my sister comes and tells me to go and look at what mum's doing.

I find her hiding in the porch humming the dambusters theme tune and occasionally jumping out the door (as she does the dambusters theme gets louder) to throw conkers (of which she has a handfull) at my dad who is on his way back from church. She's blatantly off her tits and intermittently giggling like a loon between dambuster crescendo/conker launching.

That eveing she lightened up alot, she was back to her chatty self, enjoying life and had a great nights sleep for the first time in ages. I kept quiet about what I'd done.

A couple of months ago I was at my folks house, when my mum said she'd quite like to try some pot (it was in context at the time, not just some random outburst).

"Well er... actually mum, you have."

I told her the story above, and her response?

"Well at least I can say I've tried it"

WTF! Who is she going to tell?!?!?

I live in fear of the womens institute turning up one night and asking for special tea.

[Obligatory length apology here]
(ralphseviltwin, Fri 27 Apr 2007, 14:16, Reply)