mummy dearest

After the Haymarket incident this morning I thought I’d give her a few hours – eastern standard time – to calm down. Phone her at the evening and ease her “the terrorists are coming and you’re right in their way” mentality. Then the whole Park Lane thing popped up and I rather thought better of it.

At her best my mother lives in a mild state of panic. At her worst or, say, when her first born is within a hundred miles of something like this, she pretty much turns into a contagious kind of crazy. Calm. But crazy. She always says I’ll understand when I have children and I always make a mental note to ask my sister if she’s right.

For now I think I’ll just lay off the phone for a few days lest mummy dearest hyperventilate and drag me along with her.

Because, you know, from what I can tell I’m pretty much genetically disposed to that sort of thing.