June 23rd 2013 10:41 pm
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On Saturday my mum was very excited as she was having a birthday treat from her sister - tea in a countryside hotel with cucumber sandwiches, scones and clotted cream and dainty cakes and then, and she was particularly looking forward to this part, a Moroccan Muscle Melt Massage.
Off she went. Supper time came. Supper time went. She hadn't left extra like she normally does when she thinks she'll be late. We got to thinking.
"Have they really melted her?" asked Josie.
"I don't know. Maybe."
"Maybe they did and that's why she isn't here. Maybe she can't drive. How will she get back? Will they pour her through the letter box?" worried Josie.
"More to the point - how will she reach our biscuits which for no good reason she insists on storing up high?"
We had so convinced ourselves that mum would return in liquid form that seeing her all looking normal when she finally did come back was a great relief. We had supper and then mum watched TV and both of us nestled near her. We both tapped her with our paws intermittently demanding strokeses.
"This is wonderfully cosy," said my mum. "Why can't you two be like this more often?"
"We thought they had melted you," I admitted.
She gave a contented sigh. "No, just supremely relaxed."
We stayed cosy with my mum a lot over the weekend seeing as it made her so happy.
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My mama says, what a lovely birthday treat! I am very glad to hear your mama did not get melted. That would not do at all! Happy Birfday to your mama!
Cucumber sandwiches? Who likes that? Why didn't she order a big Tuna sandwich with extra tuna? I wanna get a massage too. But not one where I melt. Glad that your Mum is back home.
MOL! Glad she wasn't a melted mum!