NaBloPoMo: one post every day throughout November

Depends how I’m feeling. Sometimes they have gone. Sometimes both our mums pop down and pay me a visit. During the run on Sunday, just as I spot the halfway mark and feel a bit smug, Drop The Pilot starts up on my iPod and it is all of a sudden Mum who is cheering me on, not the person on the side with the loudspeaker.

Today at college the lecturer said that his mother ‘…ended up going to live in Ipoh where she attended a Catholic convent school.’

There is only one such school that I can think of; I’ve seen it. It’s the same one Mr PC’s lovely mum went to. An instant prickle behind the eyes. At the end I ask the lecturer what year his mum was there and we are ten years apart but still; it’s a nice little spiritual loop.

I am probably lacking in sleep; whatever. I like these happy visits.