Categories: uncategorized
Date: 03 March 2008 07:58:59
A knock on the door and an embarrassed Honorary Auntie M stands there with a card in her hand, fingers carefully obscuring one word.
"Can you read your son's writing for me, please?"
The miracle has happened. Those of you who know my eldest son will understand how amazing this is. He has not only remembered Mothers' Day, despite now living away from home (or maybe because of it), but has got himself organised enough to i) buy and write a card; ii) save enough money to buy a present; iii) suss out in advance what it is he wants to buy; iv) go to the relevent town to buy it; v) hide it in his room where I am unlikely to find it and vi) give Honorary Auntie M written instructions as to where it is hidden and ask her to wrap it and give it to Smudgelet who will give it to me on Mothers' Day. The only drawback was... his spelling and handwriting. (He can spell and write incredibly neatly, he just doesn't!)
So, after searching and searching his room, both independently and with the able assistance of the Smudgelet, Auntie M had to admit defeat and ask me what "The ******* is under or gang planck near T.S Royalist" (this latter being the name of a ship, a painting of which he has in his room). Gang plank? The ship isn't a pirate ship, I don't think they make their cadets walk the plank if they disobey, tempting though that may be. We search and search.... and then suddenly I say "It's obvious".
It is, isn't it? I found it, even though I had to keep my eyes closed so that I didn't see the gift. Have you worked it out yet?