I was an annoying child for my non-reading mother. I always had my head in a book. At the table. Under the covers in bed. I drove her mad, because I frequently completely ignored her when she spoke to me.
One day (I now realise it must have been a PMS day) she asked me three or four times to come to the table for dinner. I continued to read and ignored her. Eventually, in a complete temper, she grabbed the book out of my hands and threw it onto the open fire I was sitting next to. "Now what have you got to say??" she exclaimed. "That was a library book...." I answered. It cost her a fortune to replace the book, and I was in the dog house for weeks.
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Date: 2005-07-11 09:33 pm (UTC)One day (I now realise it must have been a PMS day) she asked me three or four times to come to the table for dinner. I continued to read and ignored her. Eventually, in a complete temper, she grabbed the book out of my hands and threw it onto the open fire I was sitting next to. "Now what have you got to say??" she exclaimed. "That was a library book...." I answered. It cost her a fortune to replace the book, and I was in the dog house for weeks.