How I’d love to spend my mornings watching the TV

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If my mother keeps asking me, ‘‘Did you watch ‘This Morning’, this morning?’’ I’ll scream.

It always happens at this time of year; it’s colder outside so she spends more time watching the box rather than getting out and about.

About a month ago, she called me to ask if I’d seen “‘This Morning’ this morning” as presenters Holly and Phil had been speaking to someone or other.

“No, Mum, I wish I had,” I said, “But I have bills to pay so I was at work.”

For those of us in the working community, there’s nothing more annoying than being asked if we were at home sitting on the sofa, drinking tea in front of the fire and watching daytime TV.

Chance would be a fine thing.

Some weeks later, after a hideous day at the office, I was asked the same question.

“Mum, I’m at work in the mornings,” I said, shaking my head.

“Pity you missed it,” she said. “They were offering to give one lucky viewer a makeover and I thought you would see it and want to enter.”

“Right,” I said, suitably deflated, knowing that I not only missed such a “much-needed competition win”, but that I’d been slogging it out 
at work while my mother thought I was relaxing at home.

Later, I started to think that I could maybe make more of an effort. She was obviously lonely.

It’s sometimes difficult to relate to people who have such different priorities, time pressures and schedules than I do. But this was my mum, and I was happy that she was being sensible by staying home on cold mornings and was keen to talk to me about things she found of interest.

So, during a week off work, I called her at 11.30 a.m. on Monday from my warm living room, happily watching Holly and Phil.

No answer.

So, after sitting through Tuesday’s ‘This Morning’, I called her again, eager to discuss the issues featured on the show.

Line engaged.

I tried calling again on Wednesday, but there was no-one home.

Right, enough’s enough.

“Mum, where have you been all week?” I demanded, as I stormed into her living room after a nervous car journey.

“Hi mum,” I heard my daughter Emma say, who was lying on her gran’s sofa with her feet up.

“What’re you doing here?“ I asked my oldest child.

“I’m on maternity leave now, I told you last week, just playing some cards with gran.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling a bit left out.

“Why are you not at work?” asked mum.

“I’m on holiday,” I said, “I’ve been calling you.”

“I’ve been busy. You think I just watch TV all day?”

Let’s just say I’ll be glad to get back to work.

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