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My nan phoned, earlier.

My mother has sold her house (for nearly £200k profit) and will be moving to France. She says. My mother will despise the French and wallow in self-pity at the fact that she doesn't speak the language. She will think them peasants, just as she did the people who lived in my father's village in Sicily.

She's going to hate it.

Berti, my brother, will be studying at Uni, but will go home to France on holidays. He'll hate it, too.




This means all the things of mine she has crammed into her house needs to go. I've given orders to send me my Natwest Piggy Banks (allegedly worth £350 for the complete set - but not something they agree with on eBay, apparently) and my books, and dispose of the rest. I'm afraid that she will go through my diaries and notebooks, if she has to sort them out. I used to write my earliest fanfiction on paper, in stolen exercise books from school.


Hm.

But yeah. My mother is moving to France. I can't wait to see how this pans out. I wish there was a snowflake's hope in Hell that she would reimburse me for all the phonebills she made me pay in the last couple of years (around £120 per time) and then found out they weren't me at all. Bitch. I should get compensation for having been made to live with that crazy.

on 2007-02-25 10:10 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] tyrell.livejournal.com
In my experience, having your mother on another landmass is fucking fantastic.

on 2007-02-25 10:12 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] rosiedoes.livejournal.com
Makes no difference to me; I've not said a word to the woman in five years.

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