They simply didn’t get on. What is more, Rose and Jillian lived next door to each another. Whenever one visited the other it would end in an argument. Goodness knows why they even bothered to visit; just trying to be neighbourly I guess.
It came to a head when Rose called in and offered to take Jillian’s daughter to ballet classes. “You know,” said Jillian, “that I’m more than capable of taking her there myself. What’s more, I quite enjoy it. So thank you, but no.”
It happened while Jillian was in the shower. Rose turned up, bundled the daughter into the car, and took her to the ballet class. Jillian was furious, and perhaps rightly so.
It can be a pain living next door to one’s mother.
Rose was the daughter’s name as well?
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Thanks for pointing it out Herb! I have corrected it – there is now one less Rose in the bunch!
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Snap!
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Ha!
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Thank goodness my next door son has no children.
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You’ll have to take up ballet yourself then.
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Okay!
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That last line was like snapping a string bag shut. Gave me a good laugh.
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Thanks Lisa – glad to have amused!
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If I had my preference I would live at least a hundred miles away from the nearest family member.
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I do!
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Shmart!
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Awesome!
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Thank you Craig!
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The story was also a puzzle, was it not?
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Sometimes I write beyond my comprehension – as you know Uma.
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If I thought my mother would just show up and take my children, I’d probably live a lot closer to her.
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Ballet yes! Sports perhaps not!
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