So Alex asked me on the way home when I turned up the music on the radio “you love this song don’t ya mum?” What I wanted to say was “Holey moley…I’ve just had to turn the radio down so you can repeat this question?! I love both you boys dearly but since leaving school 90 minutes ago, you and your brother aint shut up. Constant. Incessant. (Except for when I ask you what you want for tea then there was silence for a whole 30 seconds which is a long time when your stood in the middle of the meat aisle blocking the pork chops from someone who really wants pork chops-a little too much by the scowl I got) Unrelenting chatter. Chatter. Chatter. Chatter….oh and arguing. Wouldn’t be the weekly shop without that. Who’s going to push the trolley? Who likes bacon more? Whose turn it is to choose the cereal? Whose hand was on the cheese first to unload it onto the bloody conveyor belt? So no son. I don’t love it. I like George Michael’s Careless Whisper a bit-a take it or leave it kinda song. But I do love you and so I don’t scream like a banshee because I’m a little fraught because your now arguing over god only knows what in the back of the car I’ve turned the music up to drown out the noise.
But I just reply “yep, I do! It’s great”