lundi 6 juillet 2009

Don't go chasin' waterfalls

While I’d been throwing some laundry in the machine, tidying the bathroom, making a drink and arranging some fancy snacks on plates, my Mother had been sitting watching the TV.

I'm not telling you this for sympathy. I'm not complaining, nor trying to make myself seem like Cinderella here. I just wanted to set the scene a little.

See, my Mom likes a bit of French TV, even though she doesn’t understand it.

She likes to watch the crappy gameshows and try to guess what the objective is. She also loves – as do I – the French version of Wheel of Fortune. Alas, she rarely gets any of the words, but enjoys shouting at the screen nonetheless.

Nonetheless, when I walked back into the living room with snacks and drinks, I was a little surprised by the scene that greeted me.

My mother was sat watching the French ‘Who wants to be a millionaire’.

Since getting back from a day pounding the hot streets of Paris, she’d taken the time to change out of her 'street clothes' and into her pyjamas. She'd folded away her clothes, taken her shoes and changed them for slippers. Alas, she hadn’t thought about changing her glasses.

So she was there, on the sofa, in pink pyjamas and oversized Dior sunglasses.

It was like a scene from Katie and Peter. Actually, she reminded me more of Ozzy Osbourne.

"Who are you trying to be?" I asked her. "The prince of darkness?"

"What do you mean?" she said, looking surprised.

"The glasses, Mom. The glasses".

At which point she realised that she’d been watching TV with her sunglasses on for the last hour.

Now, I’m a giggler and this is a trait that I get from my Mother. However, since my Mom reached a certain age, there’s always been a cautious side to her laughter. Laugh too much and she, erm, well, she 'loses control'.

And that’s exactly what happened.

Tickled by how ridiculous she looked, my Mom started to laugh. And laugh. And laugh.

She laughed to the point where she was crying, where she was gasping for breath.

To the point where she wet herself.

Yep, she pissed her pants, on my sofa.

And that’s when I started laughing too.

What other choice did I have?

21 commentaires:

Henry North London 2.0 a dit…

Giggle

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Henry. Stop. No giggling here. Look where it leads...

Anonyme a dit…

:D Classic...

Anonyme a dit…

sort of wee wee Monsieur

Anonyme a dit…

plastic sacks on the couch from now on - just in case!

Daryl a dit…

Oh bless her heart!

Oh you bad boy you, when you get to 'an age' trust me you will be worried about NOT peeing ...

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Marjolein, it was a definite classic Mother moment

VM - wee wee indeed. he he

Big C - and to think that I removed them after your last visit!

Daryl, I'm not planning on staying around that long...what with my genes...he he

Anonyme a dit…

so, PMSL really does happen!

cb a dit…

Oh I knew that was coming. Please tell me you didn't just flip the cushions???

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Rob - it absolutley exists - in the world of my mother...

CB - why? did you want to flip my cushions for me? ;-)

Daisy a dit…

OMG!!! That is priceless, so hilarious that you could laugh about it too...

aims a dit…

ahem....

Not saying anything here.....

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Daisy - my Mom is certainly priceless...

Aims, best keep schtum, eh?

The Pixy Princess a dit…

So THAT's why old people insist on keeping the plastic covering on all their furniture!

savannah a dit…

bless her heart! xoxox

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Pixy, that's why she wears extra thick panty liners and always carries a spare pair of knickers!

Savannah, bless her indeed. She certainly needs divine intervention....

The Mutant a dit…

So, like mother, like sone then by any chance?

I get this funny feeling size queendom may well be genetic, your thoughts?

The Mutant a dit…

Oh crap... wrong post... Imagine that comment belongs with your BBC article. I'm off to run and hide now.

Anonyme a dit…

I hope it wasn't a big waterfall, more a babbling brook.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Mutant, it's not so much about size, more the confidence to use it well.....but that said. Size is good...he he.

12oti - a babbling brook would sum it up nicely!

Louise a dit…

Febreze will take care of it. This is too priceless to not laugh!