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126 lbs. (plan to break cycle and get down to 125), alcohol units 5, cigarettes 0, calories 1,400 (v.g.)
Rang mum this afternoon and tried to tell her of planned weekend with Cyndi.
"Cyndi? Who's Cyndi? She's not a feminist lesbian friend, is she?"
"No...Cyndi Lauper." I clarified.
"Hmm, yes, that's nice, dear. Anyways, you remember Una Alconbury's cousin Tom, don't you? Of course you do. Well, he's not married and you're not married and I hear he's looking for a nice wife." She rambled on for a few more minutes about this Tom, on the verge of hanging up, I decided I had to speak up.
"Really, mother, I don't think I'd like to marry someone I've never met in my life."
"Of course not, dear, don't be silly! But after some time...who knows?" No, I definitely was not going to marry anyone with the last name 'Alconbury' for shame of seeing Una more than three times a year. Plus, was not about to become smug married anytime soon.
"Listen, mum, I can't make it this weekend." Pause. No reply.
"Mum?" Heard muffled noises in the backround followed by laughter and what sounded like clinking wine glasses.
"Hmm, yes? Oh, well...I called to tell you that I won't be able to make it to Una's, I'm feeling a bit under the weather." More mysterious muffled sounds and now very noticeable backround music.
"Where are you, mum?"
"Me? Oh, yes, well..." The sound of her breathing was all I heard for a few moments, "I'm in the tube, darling. It's quite hard to hear you...and, um, the train is late. Do you hear static?"
"No." I knew she wasn't in the tube, she barely lived anywhere near the underground. I then heard what sounded like someone purposely making a static noise on the other end, a loud muffled 'cchhh' sound.
"Whoops, sorry, I can't hear a thing! Bye, luv!"
Mum is lying about something, suspect it has to do with that french bloke, Jean. On bright side, won't have to go to Una's party. On bad side, will have to call Una and tell her myself.
Am going to nap now, as am very tired and head will soon be on keyboard.
Rang mum this afternoon and tried to tell her of planned weekend with Cyndi.
"Cyndi? Who's Cyndi? She's not a feminist lesbian friend, is she?"
"No...Cyndi Lauper." I clarified.
"Hmm, yes, that's nice, dear. Anyways, you remember Una Alconbury's cousin Tom, don't you? Of course you do. Well, he's not married and you're not married and I hear he's looking for a nice wife." She rambled on for a few more minutes about this Tom, on the verge of hanging up, I decided I had to speak up.
"Really, mother, I don't think I'd like to marry someone I've never met in my life."
"Of course not, dear, don't be silly! But after some time...who knows?" No, I definitely was not going to marry anyone with the last name 'Alconbury' for shame of seeing Una more than three times a year. Plus, was not about to become smug married anytime soon.
"Listen, mum, I can't make it this weekend." Pause. No reply.
"Mum?" Heard muffled noises in the backround followed by laughter and what sounded like clinking wine glasses.
"Hmm, yes? Oh, well...I called to tell you that I won't be able to make it to Una's, I'm feeling a bit under the weather." More mysterious muffled sounds and now very noticeable backround music.
"Where are you, mum?"
"Me? Oh, yes, well..." The sound of her breathing was all I heard for a few moments, "I'm in the tube, darling. It's quite hard to hear you...and, um, the train is late. Do you hear static?"
"No." I knew she wasn't in the tube, she barely lived anywhere near the underground. I then heard what sounded like someone purposely making a static noise on the other end, a loud muffled 'cchhh' sound.
"Whoops, sorry, I can't hear a thing! Bye, luv!"
Mum is lying about something, suspect it has to do with that french bloke, Jean. On bright side, won't have to go to Una's party. On bad side, will have to call Una and tell her myself.
Am going to nap now, as am very tired and head will soon be on keyboard.