Hair Again

My mobile rings…it’s her…

Daughter: Where are you?

Me: ‘Hair & Beauty’ in Brixton. Do you need me to get something?

Daughter: Food

Me: They don’t sell food

Daughter: I bought some Coco Pops in there once

Me: For Godsakes

Daughter: Wait….where did you say you are?

Me: ‘Hair & Beauty’

Daughter: Where?

The reception’s faltering so I put the call on speakerphone…

Me: Hair and Beauty

Daughter: What and Beauty?

Me: Hair

She breaks into hysterical laughter..

Daughter: Hair??!!?

Several minutes later…

Daughter: Did you say hair?

…still laughing

Daughter: Hair!?!??!!!

 

 

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February Photo

Daughter: Strike a pose..
So I do…
Daughter: For fucksake, do something interesting…
So I puff out my cheeks…
Daughter:  Looking like a bald, deranged chipmunk isn’t interesting mum..
She yanks my arm and positions me in front of the stinging nettle at the far end of the garden…
Daughter: Step back a little
So I do…
Daughter: A little more
So I do…
Daughter: More
Me: I’ll land in the nettle
Daughter: Trust me, it’ll be interesting…
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A Child of God

An open day for the foundation course at Camberwell Art College…we turn into Wilson Road, walk past St Giles church on the corner…

Daughter: This is the place for me.

Me: How do you know? We haven’t even been inside yet. 

Daughter: The glory of God is close by mother…that’s all the evidence I need.

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