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I just taught my mum how to use my cell, our phone at the cottage is broken, and somehow she managed to turn that into telling me that I dress trampy for work. She's nuts!! I'm wearing a tee with a tank top over it for colour and neither of the shirts are low cut. I mean the only way one would see even an inch of clevage would be if they were standing directly above me and seriously staring down my top. I work upstairs in an office on my own. No clients see me sitting down ever to be able to have that vantage. It's rediculous. She's crazy and she needs to get out and to the cottage ASAP. I'm very close to quitting my job and just going to London...