IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN......

It was bound to happen sooner or later. I called my mum today to confirm some details for my parents visit here next year. I mentioned in passing that it was good timing as I was looking at moving on from the UK around that time. She asked what I planned on doing. I mumbled something vague about travelling for a year if other job opportunities fell through. Her response was………

MUM: You know you’re not that young anymore?

Whoa! I’m 28. I know I’m no spring chicken anymore but let’s not start polishing the rifle and calling the sausage factory yet. This stallion has a few races left in him.

MUM: You know Yohan (her friend’s son) is getting married soon.

Of course I’m happy for him but I wonder if my mother realises how little I care about the relevance of this to myself. He’s a god botherer (no offence Nattie). You know the type. Sunday school every, well sunday. I’m surprised it’s taken this long for him to get hitched and start procreating. Mum's comments have kind of caught me off guard. Normally this is a situation that besets many of my friends "from the sub continent" and I’ve laughed at them safe in the knowledge that my parents really didn’t care about that kind of crap. Well at least one of them anyway.

MUM: You really can’t muck around for the rest of your life.

So that’s what I’ve been doing for the last two years. I thought I’d managed to hold down a half decent job at an investment bank which is paying for your flights!

MUM: I’ll talk to you about it when I see you in London.

You have made a fatal error mother dearest. I still haven’t booked the flights yet.

Ed note - I'm just joking mum. I actually have paid for your flights. They're in the post. Luv ya!