I’m due my routine visit home. And honestly, it never fails to amaze me how little their house has changed over the years. My mum might have replaced her curtain nets with Venetian blinds and what was once the mini bar is now a log burner, but the house still holds little trinkets from the past that I can’t comprehend when they haven’t been thrown out.
There’s a limited edition Coronation Street ornamental plate, and some ugly figurine lady, and they even have some of their wedding gifts displayed.
“Well hello stranger,” my mum says as I walk in. It’s been literally two days over my usual visit time and she acts like she’s forgotten who I am.
As per usual my mums pottering about dusting and cleaning surfaces that are already clean enough to eat off. “What have you been up to? We have
