Mum pours tea and shoves a plate of biscuits my way. She reckons Coeliac disease is a fad.
‘I’ve landed the celebrity wedding of the decade. I’m working crazy hours, but it’s worth it. They’re spending more on flower arrangements than I’ve spent on my new car.’
Mum tuts – not the news she’s waiting for.
I’ve run my own, thriving business for a decade. But I’m 36. I’ve neither husband nor children. In her eyes, I’m planning all the wrong weddings.
I’ve stopped listening to her long ago. I hope Dad’s back soon so we can talk business.
Inspired by this week’s In Other Words: Remember no one can…