The Repeat Button

This one is about my mother who has just given me sudden inspirtaion for this blog.

The thing about my mother is she has OCD but she doesn't really. Like don't get me wrong i love my mum, and the love you have for a mother i find is like, oh i don't know, Herpes! It just will never really go away, and you say you dont have herpes but you do really, and like love for your dear old gal, you say you don't but you does.

Everyday she on average ask's me the same question i think maybe 4 times, i just can't understand how hard it is to remember a awnser, its difficult. She needs a switch or a button to make it stop. On the other hand when i was in lanzerote last year a drunk electricitian from Barnsley reminded me that your mother would give you anything she could, including a hard time. If you want something i hope you get it of your mum, because im not gonna say im not, im spolied, and you know what, my mum still makes me packed lunches for work and put's a little plastic mug with ready made coffe sachets and pots of milk so i can have a coffe on my work break.

So you know what here's to mum's, and if my mum cant remember stuff like awnsers to her questions than at least she wont remember that tenner i borrowed of her yesterday!