Now the hangover has gone, I thought I'd called my mum.

"Hi Mum."
"Who's this?"
"It's Poppy...Your daughter"
"Oh hi! Of course I didn't mean that... well... You know what I meant. Why are you calling? What's wrong."
"Oh nothing. Just fancied a chat."
"Poppy, you never just fancy a chat. You're not pregnant are you? Is it Ben's?"
"No mum. I'm not pregnant! And no! Stop going on about Ben! There's nothing going on!"
"OK. Fine. Oooh, Jenny next door has just planted some new roses. Beautiful they are. I hope they're still in bloom when you next come and visit. When will that be?"
"Not for a while yet. You see..."
"...But you're OK are you?"
"Yes. Except..."
"...That's good dear. I must go now. Call soon. Love you"

I'll tell her tomorrow. No point worrying her. Oh don't look like that! I tried didn't I?

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