Life at Mum's
Aug. 16th, 2013 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
netgirl_y2kBecause she figures that there's no point looking for a flat until she knows if she can get another academic job in the city, of if she'll have to look further afield, Little Sister is temporarily back at Mum and Dad's too.
The main result of this is that a house that was for years perfectly adequate for two adults and two teenagers is proving singularly too small for four adults. So sister and I decamped into town to spend the evening in the pub; we meant to go and see The Heat but we, er, forgot. And I ended up having the following conversation with my mum at half past ten in the morning:
"Is that beer?"
"It's apple juice."
"..."
"Mum, are you sniffing my apple juice?"
"Yes."
"And..?"
"You're right, is it apple juice."
I don't know if she thought I was having a hair of the dog, if I just hadn't stopped from the night before, or if the current housing arrangements are driving us all to drink. Still.
The main result of this is that a house that was for years perfectly adequate for two adults and two teenagers is proving singularly too small for four adults. So sister and I decamped into town to spend the evening in the pub; we meant to go and see The Heat but we, er, forgot. And I ended up having the following conversation with my mum at half past ten in the morning:
"Is that beer?"
"It's apple juice."
"..."
"Mum, are you sniffing my apple juice?"
"Yes."
"And..?"
"You're right, is it apple juice."
I don't know if she thought I was having a hair of the dog, if I just hadn't stopped from the night before, or if the current housing arrangements are driving us all to drink. Still.