David's Last Summer

Holy Moly , it's been a right difficult couple of days here at Harris Towers.  Mum has been completely drug-free since Tuesday, and it started off well enough.  In hindsight, it started of a little too well, as by Wednesday lunchtime Mum was like a whirling dervish, Dad was like a flea on a griddle, Piggy was like a narcoleptic and I was like the man who mistook a hat for his wife.  There was a terrible explosion from Ma at midday, when the ladder fell on her head in the shed.. Her language / pitch / volume ensured that everyone in the PO1 post code area got the measurements on how close to the edge she was.  I heard Dad mutter that he had never seen a wooden shed wobble like a bouncy castle before.  When she burst out, it was like a very tiny angry wasp that had been in a tumbler all day. I lay as flat as I could on the couch, and Dad looked liked he had height-envy where Me and Moonpig were concerned.  I think Piggy woke up when Mum was sobbing on the lawn , but that was because Lord Velvet had nudged him into action regarding the overdue lunch situation, and Moon will do anything V.V. tells him too ....
After the "blow-out" there was an air of calm that settled on us all, and not just because lunch was finally served.
It has ticked along nicely until today, when Mum has been on a see-saw of emotions... joyful when she used her insect-pat-slide to rescue a bumble bee ( its an invention that needs its own blog entry to be honest).  Then she turned into a sort of dark creature that could only have been created by Gerald Scarfe when she couldn't find the scrubbing brush.  Dad looked like he wished he was the "brick in the wall"...

Then while she cooked dinner she played the c.d. His N Hers by Pulp, a great album but I knew it could only end in tears as it took her down "Memory Lane". ( How come me and Piggy never get taken for a walk down Memory Lane if it is so popular ? I hear so much about this road it has taken on Atlantis -type mythology for me  ) . And as I had predicted earlier when I challenged Moonpig to a sportsman's bet ( Piggy doesn't carry money, he can't count very fast and his hands are too fat to open a wallet), Mum started welling up.  I think some of the songs made her recall things a little more rosy than they were. Things couldn't have been that great since neither I nor Piggy-moon even existed back then.   She kept playing one song called David's Last Summer, a nice enough tune but blimey Mum, move on.  She was going on that it captured a time when she was young, and interesting and had hope and had a fling with some guy called David and that he is now married with children et etc etc. Meanwhile I'm thinking crikey Mum, you got us,  we are just as lovely as children, although I draw the line at wearing a romper suit.  When I looked to see how dad was taking this emotive wallowing of Ma's, I noticed he was smiling !! .. Then I realised he had his headphones on, what ever Dad was listening to, it wasn't Mum, and it wasn't David's Last summer either.