Making the tea after getting home from work, smoking a smoke and pondering my belly-button fluff (cleaned out this morning!) I made two self observations.
One:
When I speak to my Mum I always call her Mum. Always have and always will.
When I speak to my Dad it’s always “buddy”, “mate”, “Dude”, “Get up you lazy bugger!”1 or something similar to that.
Of course, when referring to them they are always Mum and Dad.
With this realisation happening in the last five minutes I haven’t asked Dad if he’s ever noticed or if it worries him or Mum, but it’s gonna bug me now!
Two:
I don’t say thank you enough. Yes, if we’ve had dinner with them or they’ve done something for us, I/we thank them. But I can’t remember the last time I said thank you for everything else. For just being there. So:
Mum, Dad,
Thankyou.
- Sunday mornings, generally 10.30 - 11.00 when I pop in to their house to say “Hi”. ↩
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