On the 11th of March this year it was Mothers day in the UK, and that is where my mother is, so I play by those rules. Austria would give me another couple of months preparation into the year, but you have to play the hand you’re dealt. As I have lived abroad and far away from my parents for years, there is a fairly well trodden path of familiarity when it comes to mothers day. I call her, she grovels about the commercialism of it’s all, how she dislikes cards and that she has bought herself some perfume from me. All in all, Mothers Day, lasts about 20 minutes for me.
All in all, a pretty pathetic effort on my part.
This year was a little different though. I scheduled in the call to my mother as usual, but also, I decided to spontaneously call both of my grandmothers…
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