Season of mists...

I'm bleeding.
My daughter's bored.

But they're too good to leave, and if I climb up a little bit higher there's some real juicy ones.

A neighbour walking through the park waves, joins us and I hear behind me.

"Is your lovely Mummy going to do some baking? Make a crumble?"

"She puts them in vodka." My daughter folds her arms with a knowing pout and a glance at me. "She doesn't really do baking."

(I don't)

"Ooh the more I hear about your Mummy the more I think I like her." Says the neighbour, her eyes out on stalks.

Drabble published September 19, 2016 16:16

Neville Hunt over 7 years ago

Mummy sounds like she's got her priorities right. Trouble is the wait for the bbs to leech into the vodka! That reminds me... do I have any vodka?
Lisa Williams over 7 years ago

I have all the patience in the world for that. Nothing else. BUY SOME! X
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago

Will do, Lisa, will do. Btw...have you tried whisky with a jar of Seville orange marmalade (homemade on my case...sorry! and a bit of caster sugar in it? De-lish-us!
Lisa Williams over 7 years ago

ooh sounds good Nev! Whisky is something that doesn't hang around long enough here for anything to go in it if I'm honest X

Had a fab evening with Plum Brandy & 'the girls' Drew- not sure any of us saw morning X
D.M. over 7 years ago

The mother-daughter relationship is well captured here. The line 'she doesn't really do baking' is priceless.
Lisa Williams over 7 years ago

Thanks D.M. I get most of my best lines from her if I'm honest X