My mother is in a legal dispute with a government department, and yesterday, she was pretty cross about the latest interaction. She spent all of the evening crafting a two-page letter, in her words, “telling them what I think” and “in Grandma mode”. (My grandmother was notoriously litigious and known for taking councils, government departments, neighbours, and church leaders on whenever she felt they were in the wrong.)
I just sort of grinned and said, “You tell ‘em, Mum,” because she was obviously enjoying getting it all off her chest.
She printed it out, left it on the dining room table with the address and asked us to post it for her tomorrow, as she’d be working.
“Sure,” I agreed.
This morning, this is the note that accompanied the page on the table.
Given Mum is sixty-four and isn’t interested in and doesn’t watch superhero films (but knows that we DO), she’s scoring major cred right now. And we all found it pretty funny, so that’s something.
knitting in the dark 