Due to the chipper manor of some of my family members, I have renamed them in my phone. My mum is the Prophet of Doom. Some of her recent comments include:
“What is wrong with your face at the moment?”
“This is not looking good” (regarding my first mortgage application which failed)
“Personally I think it looks disgusting” (regarding some soup I made).
Luckily I know not to take offense (much) as she will also at times provide me with wonderful insights into her strange world. Such as the time she tried to explain why mum nan’s twins could have been identical, even though one was a boy and one was a girl.
Oh yes, they’ll be plenty of mum stories showing up on here, you mark my words.