What is the greatest and worst thing about mothers? They will offer unsolicited help/advice even when you don’t think you need it. Mummy was no different in this regard. One of the biggest annoyances is when she came to visit she would ‘tidy up’. So just to clarify I do not live in squalor. I did however not meet mothers exacting high standards. To quote her, “everything should have a place.”. In principle I would totally agree with her. In actuality what she really meant was, “I want everything in my place”. She would rearrange everything to her own personal choice. I would often come home from work and my spare keys would have moved, the toaster in the wrong place or even one time the sofa had totally changed positions. I always let her crack on as I knew it gave her great delight to give me a rundown and what changes she made and why they were better than my own personal choices. This would never been an issue until I would go to look for something I desperately needed and she had flown home to Ireland. “Where the hell did she put BLANK?”, I would often murmur to myself. This little quirk would later cause me a great sense of joy.
Often as a group of friends the Manchester family often to certain degrees of success tries to organise every so often a group activity. This time I was having a BBQ. Not particularly an unusual activity in the height of summer apart from one glaring fact…. I have no garden. Not letting that get in the way I invited everyone round to my house of an indoor BBQ. The two vegetarians were coming round, Queen L.A and ‘Yenta’. I was incredibly pleased with myself as I bought some vegetarian sausages and burgers. The scene was set, the alcohol was there. All we needed to do was cook and eat. We eat, drank and did everything in a merry kind of fashion. Glinda in her wisdom declared we needed to go to the shop for a top-up of alcohol. In our haste we had polished off everything rather quickly. We headed up the road to the local shop 5 minutes away. We at this point were already rather giddy. As we purchased the alcohol Glinda noticed the Adult magazine section. He was giggling away to himself as he looked at the various ladies in various states of undress. He then pointed to one magazine which feature a more mature lady. The title of the magazine was granny porn. In our giddy state we thought it a terribly terrific idea to purchase said magazine and present it to Queen L.A. If you are thinking this is a very juvenile thing to do….. you are correct. We also thought it was hilarious.
When presented with the reading material Queen L.A looked up at us with a raised eyebrow and a stoic expression before the pretence collapsed and she fell into laughter. We all looked though the magazine and took turns reading the articles. It was all harmless fun and caused quite a bit of discussion amongst the family. The BBQ went on well into the evening and eventually everyone said their goodbyes. I tidied up the apartment and put the magazine under some letters and thought no more of it. I made sure the place was spick and span as the next morning mummy was flying over for one of her visits.
Mummy was very self sufficient. In a way she loved her independence. She would get the bus from the airport to the Trafford centre and then a connecting bus to Monton. I never once met her at the airport. Does that make me a bad son? To be honest usually I was working. I never took time off work when she came to visit. We always decided that I would use my holidays to fly home and we would get to see each other twice as much. It made sense logically however this year gone by, this summer to be precise was meant to be the year I took a week off and we would go travelling around England. We were supposed to visit all the places she wanted to see. We never got that chance I’m afraid to say. I guess the moral of that tale is don’t put off things until tomorrow. Even though her baby boy was working during her visits we always got loads of time together. I was working that day she landed and she was heading straight to the apartment. She had her own key and would always let herself in. Sometimes I would come home to a new laundry basket/towels/ironing board…. and one time randomly some cheese knives. She surprised me with, “here son I seen these cheese knives and thought I would get them for you”. Now I love cheese but I really had no need for specialised knives, maybe one day they will surprised me and come in handy. This time I was finishing early so she hadn’t had time to nip into Eccles to spend her money all round her. I was greeted with her ‘tidying the apartment’. She gave me a tight bear hug like always then once that had finished she would launch into a ‘what I should and shouldn’t do’, around the apartment. She would point to various things and tell me their proper place. I would sit their and pretend I was deeply interested, mean the while thinking I was tired after work and just wanted to stick on the telly and become a vegetated state. I would always keep up the pretence though as I loved it when her little eyes sparked with excitement.
The week passed and I was heading to work before her flight. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and bid her farewell. She would tear up and bear hug me as I left. Saying goodbye was never easy. I knew I would see her soon but sometimes that doesn’t really make it any easier. The apartment always has a nice mummy feel when she was around. Its hard to explain and nothing really was drastically different. It just felt like a mummy was there. Her presence would emanate through everything. Even the smells were different. She would spray some perfume and make the place feel all that much more like home. I used to be comforted by seeing her pyjamas drying on the radiator as the place would feel that much more safe because of those silly sheep pyjamas. As I walked to work I thought about all the fun chats we had and how I was going to miss her. I then started to think about the BBQ and……………. Wait! Where the hell was the Granny Porn??? I had completely forgot it was still in the apartment. My shift felt like forever that day and I rushed home to discover where the hell that magazine was. Not because I was eager to read up on knitting tips and how to start a naked allotment…. no I wanted to see where it was as I was mortified at the chance mummy would have see it, what would she think? Would she think his son was into some bizarre fetish???
I found the magazine in the bottom drawer, along with other things mummy had tidied away. It was the first thing you could see when you opened the drawer. She had to have seen it when she put it in there. She never once mentioned it. I never mentioned it. To this day I have no idea what she must of thought. I wish I had brought it up with her as she would actually of had a good giggle at Glinda’s humorous prank. I do not know for certain but the great thing about my mummy is she probably took one look at it and thought, “those boys are not wise”. She would of seen the funny side straight away. Who knows she may have read some of the articles on starting a naked allotment. As you can gather my mum had a cracking sense of humour and she never took things too seriously. I am still curious about what she must of thought? I think if I could ask her one question today. It would be that.
The great thing is though, as I write this. I have the biggest smile on my face.
till next time xx