Taking the rough with the smooth

A nice surprise today: a phone call from my parents. Though not good for Denise, as the phone is right by her bed, and it shocked her into awakeness. My mother then offered to ring back - what, so she could wake us all up again?! Anyway, it was nice to hear what everyone was doing in England. This was slightly tempered however by my mother's proclamation that, "I was talking to Mary about her daughter Carly the other day - she's like you, she's never going to get herself a man." Cheers mum. This statement was swiftly followed by assurances that she didn't mean it that way, she just meant that I was picky, that I was looking for the right person, that I would find someone soon, dig...dig...dig. Talk about getting your day off to a good start. If only my mother didn't start every phone conversation with, "So how are you, how's your love life?" Mother, it's dead, with no hope of resurrection. Please stop reminding me that I am on my way to becoming some old mad woman alone in her house for the next forty years, soon to be eaten by alsatians.