Boating... spending my inheritance

Good Lord! I forgot!

Friday morning through the fog of the pre-alarm wakefulness I heard my phone's distant (it's only in the faily room, but it is distant if you're half asleep), bleat... a message...

After I'd woken and faffed around for half  an hour I remembered the message on my phone.

Mum SMS:  I'm at the airport. My bag hasn't got enough stuff in it. I don't know what I've forgotten.

Me SMS: Where are you going?

Then the phone rings (the terrible noise of a "dive" alarm on a submarine - appropriate for my Mum's calls!).

It's Mum, of course. She's on her way to a European cruise, the one she was supposed to go on when she had her surgery in May this year. We chatted for a while. I asked when she'd be back, early September she'll be back. I asked her to send my postcard as soon as she got there so that it would beat her back... I also told her, like everyone else, that if she'd forgotten anything she should be able to buy it at a pinch. The weather should be lovely over there, coming into autumn.

MDFD said that I should have told her that the space was for all the pressies she'd  be bringing back for us (which is what my sister in law also said!).