Rare griping about my parents moment 1
fucksake why is my mum so bloody oblivious.
So, she wants a vintage Brexton 1950s picnic hamper, and she found one on ebay that she wants, and she paid for it, but the seller returned the money because he lives like 30 miles north of Sheffield, where I live, and she's down in Guildford, and he doesn't wanna post this thing (understandable, it's fragile, heavy as fuck, and an antique) to her.
Rare griping about my parents moment 2
so my mum has the BRILLIANT* idea of asking ME to buy it on my account to get it sent to me so I can send it to her.
*absolutely mindbogglingly daft
I say "hey hold on that'll cost a shitton are you sure??"
she says yes.
I say "...I mean... this probably isn't gonna happen but, I guess I can take a look at this thing, see what it is at least, what the deal is."
I look it up, Paula is like "hey we've got one of those, she can have it for free if she likes"
Rare griping about my parents moment 3
So Paula, miq's mum, out of the goodness of her heart, has offered this FULLY COMPLETE, IMMACULATE CONDITION, Picnic Hamper set that's really nice quality, in a big wicker case, that my mum can have for free instead of paying £60 for this (imo ugly ass looking) 1950s hamper.
My mum says no thanks, she's dead set on this one because of the rose patterns on the china, and she's already GOT a Brexton hamper that's in a wicker box.
...
Rare griping about my parents moment 5 i think i dunno fuckin' christ either way this is the last one
I didn't tell her, but she's pissed me off, Miq off as well for how blitheringly thoughtless she's being, and she'll have likely pissed Paula off as well. fucking hell.
The oone we were willing to send her is probably worth WAY more than that tacky looking one in the hard (plastic?) case as well. ugh. god. fuck. how am i related to this woman bloody hell.
Rare griping about my parents moment 3
...she doesn't even need the picnic hamper. she just WANTS it because it looks nice.
and she wants me
to go on a two fucking hour journey, to pick up this stupid thing, she doesn't even NEED, just for the look of it
when she's already fucking got a perfectly good one.
afhjihlasidffsd
I basically had to let her down (diplomatically as I could) saying "yeah no, that... isn't happening, sorry, we're too busy with this book thing we're writing here)