ah mam.

Mar 14, 2010 15:20

bloody mothering sunday is upon us once more. thank fuck for pete, how come he always remembers this stuff? i woke up he'd already gone over to bainbridges but he'd left me a card to sign on the kitchen counter.

going over there with him later shes doing our tea. should probably be the other way about but its what she likes doing. not that im complaining though my mam cooks with an angels touch. probably stay over there tonight cause she'll have bought us beer and then she wont want us walking back to ours after a drink cause im still about eight years old in her mind. though what shes doing giving beer to an eight year old is beyond me.

its dead strange staying at hers now with pete in our old room, like stepping back in time or something. quite nice though i guess, that we're still stopping in that little box room together after all this time. ten years almost now that we've been living in each others pockets, save for that little while when we'd just left school.

better shift off now and get the puppies from pete and go to my mammies. have to nick her some flowers on route ha. in a bit.

pete, mam

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