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well. I’m back. and It all seems strange to me now.
Mum asked how it went…and I think my response, an overtly enthusiastic “awesome” was a give away that something had happened. Something substantial. Not just enjoying my Grandfathers crustless egg sandwiches, but something else. I think all mothers know when somethings up. They are finely tuned into their children’s subconscious; knowing more about what’s flying around in their head than they do.
Mum: “So…what happened?? Did you and Justin get up to any trouble?”
Justin’s presence on the trip was of little significance to me.
J: ‘You could say that. We busted a tyre on the way down there. But a nice father and daughter team came to our rescue”
I chucked to myself.
M: “Well you seem really dazed. Why are you smiling so much? Someetthinnggg’s up”
J: “No mum. Seriously, it was just a good break. I feel….fresh. If you get what I mean”.
M: “………………………………okkkk then”
hhaha…she seemed wary of my answer. She’s probably in the other room racking her brain trying to figure out what happened to me. Cause yeah, to a familiar onlooker, I guess I would appear more…. animated. Happy, I dare say.
