yes, it's the return of the woman who claims to be my mother. not that i have any real evidence that she is not, it's just there's not a lot about my parents that makes me believe they could have ever really been together. Plus there's a lot of circumstantial evidence that makes me wonder what the fuck is going on, she disputes a lot of apparently legal facts about her, which is really another story.
but she has arrived with my christmas presents. i know it's the middle of May, but this is nothing particularly unusual. for her, my family and my life.
two books. one about the history of cricket scoring. Not only do i disbelieve that anyone ever sat down to write this arcane, but i don't have the slightest clue where she found this. I have a pretty good idea, because it's where she finds most things i have ever received from her, without me badgering her to buy something in particular.
The second book was about the Benson & Hedges cricket cup. The English cricket cup. English cricket. Go figure.
Add to this a backpack, which is something that i have had little interest in for a few years, and a esky bag that would probably hold a six pack, which is fine with me.
A cigarette case, metal, possibly silver, but i can't tell.
A finally, a last minute purchase from the bargain bin (i imagine) of two simpsons pens.
now it's not that i am ungrateful, but... i have weird family.