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I received a text from 13 Year Old Son last night that said "I hope she comes". This was about 5pm and he was not yet home from school. "Who? Who?" I texted back eagerly. Did he mean his new Love? The Angel of the North? His Grandmother?
The reply was "She's Here." Oh my God I thought. It is the Angel of Death. My 13 Year Old Son has met with the Angel of Death after school and the dinner will be ruined. "What? Who? Are you sure you are texting the right person?" I replied with eager curiosity. And then there was Silence. She, whoever she was, was there.
13 Year Old Son did come home. The She in question was his friend's mother who had offered him a lift home, but I didn't know that. Not till the friend's mother came in and had a cup of tea.
I have just received a text from 13 Year Old Son from Bognor Station. It said "no returns".
I have given up trying to understand him so I will leave it to Fate to sort out whatever that means. The trains have a new policy of not selling return tickets? The station has been warned not to sell him return tickets? He will never return anyway? A philosophical statement that in life there are no returns? He is telling me not to come back from wherever I am going today? Whatever. If I see him tonight I will assume that he worked it out. If not, then he gave me fair warning.
The Polish Grandmother has moved in and is barely here. I believe she is with her deeply passionately sad Polish friend who is recently Single in Littlehampton. The Polish Grandmother, who looks a bit like a more mature and very attractive Cheeky Girl, is supposed to be working on the Lagness Chain Gang with other Polish and Eastern Europeans, picking and packing fruit. I think she has either lost her job or is living a double life as a Secret Agent and is Under Cover in my house. She is really a highly paid and efficient member of our New Governement's Polish Fruit Farm Pickers And Packers Crack Squad.
I received an email from someone this morning greeting me as Dear Rolls. Why? Has a certain ring to it but it looks like it isn't a nice jolly personal email from a friendly human, it is a Computer Generated Email and Very Impersonal.
It may be from the Polish Grandmother. In Disguise.