My mother sailed off on yet another cruise yesterday (bye-bye inheritance). She went with her best friend, Barb, who she’s know since she was 12. We held a bon voyage barbie at my sister’s house in their honour. The haloumi and chorizo salad was awesome. As we sipped Oyster Bay sparkling, Mum advised her friend on cruise etiquette: “Janet said to warn you not to lick the bar. It’s made of ice. If you do lick it, she said to pour a martini over your tongue to get it off.”
Seventy-year-olds. Licking bars made of ice. Buying martinis to loosen their tongues.
There are no words. Actually, there are three. Handily abbreviated to one …
What’s your mum been up to lately?