i love my mum. i often complain that she never calls me often enough. however when she does call, she has a knack for doing so at inopportune times, like just as i’m getting ready for bed, or while i’m at the pub on a saturday night.

so when i was sitting down to watch my beloved masterchef (which is my television crack addiction) and the phone rang… i was sorely tempted to let it go to answerphone. sorely, sorely, sorely.

it was mum. with a rare afternoon off, she’d been thoughtful enough to pick up the phone and call her eldest daughter long-distance. because she is a good mother.

and the whole time i was talking to her, i couldn’t help groaning inwardly, knowing i was missing the drama and tension of the masterchef showdown.

we hung up 30 seconds after my programme ended.

yes, i know, i’m going to hell.

cake – no phone

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