1999: Apparently mummy didn’t go to bed until midnight last night and awoke at 2 o’clock to hear me calling ‘Mum, Mum’. She found me on the floor between her bed and her chest of drawers. I’d sneaked in but then fallen out again! I woke up at 8, in mummy’s bed, but no mum. She must be up before me again. I called her and she called back, I followed the sound of her voice only to find her tucked up in my bed. Bonus! Mum’s not going to work today as she’s not feeling well – she did have a late night after all. We had a lazy, relaxing morning with lots of cups of tea. Mum lay on the settee and I was really good, although I think she tended to find my continual ‘No’ a bit annoying. Well she’s ill; I’m only giving her a bit of her own medicine. Mum decided to go and have a relaxing bath, which she had, with one addition – me. I thought I’d give mum a rest beings she’s poorly and had an afternoon nap. I even got her out of the house this afternoon – I woke up soaked and so did the bed, and so we spent the rest of the afternoon at the launderette.
2019: Another day working whilst mum continues to rest in Lincolnshire. Apparently today she bumped into the mum of an old school and football friend. Yes I played football but much preferred my rugby, playing wing and fullback for Boston for several years and training with Leicester Tigers who mum follows to this day. We also had training with Southern Hemisphere coaches and learnt the Hacker which was awesome. Unfortunately, I had to give up rugby aged 15 due to two airlifts, hyper flexibility and no longer wanting the pain but it still calls me …….
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