Phone mum (she knows everything)

Daughter phoned from London while she was a student at UEL.
"Mum, what is po tash?" After puzzling over this, I asked her to read the text to me. "Oh," I said, "I think you mean pot ash." She had been reading and re-reading the page without making any sense of it at all.
Suddenly it all made sense. How we laughed!

About 30 years ago, DS2 rang me from Barcelona. His wallet had been taken from the back pocket of his jeans while he was in a phone box. Just an invitation to thieves, you'd think. It was, of course, Mum who had to cancel his bank cards. Now he has his own teenagers...

A call from 22 year-old at a German airport on day 1 of a long- planned trip:
"Mum, I've just missed my plane connection to China because I forgot about the time difference and went to the toilet for a poo thinking I had an hour to spare".

Daughter phoned me when she was 18 to say that she had gone to a festival on Brighton beach and her boyfriend had forgotten where he had parked the car. They actually phoned the police after 4 hours of searching. They were told to keep walking the streets and they will probably find it ! 2 hours later they found it up a random residential street where they had parked it. Don't know what they expected me to do 60 miles away !

Phew, I'm thankful my daughter's problem was only donuts!!!!

The worst phone call I've had is from my daughter who in her 20's was travelling around Thailand, 'Mum, I've had my bag stolen with my passport/papers, purse and all my money in it'.

Thankfully she's now back home and her wanderlust years are behind her

Great Mizuna!

My worst phone call from a child - 3am. Son rings. "There is a domestic in the downstairs flat. Should I ring the Police".
I asked who lived there. "Man and his partner". Sons says he cold hear screaming and what sounded like plates being smashed. He thought they have had rows before, but perhaps not as bad as this one.
I said yes, ring Police. Dont tell them that you have rung the Police.
Police came. Things settled down.

Can remember in 1990 arriving home with a couple of my children to bmet with anoth on telling me theyw er bombing Bagdad, and we sat in almost disbelief watching this actually happening. Managed to get everyone to bed, then inthe early hours of the morning received a phone call from my eldest, telling me that he, and other students at his uni were now at the local police station where they ha been taken after being out painting anti- war slogana. Offered to drive direcly up there, but he said they were okay, just wanted to let tme know, and i told him how proud I was of him.

Last week my blind daughter, who lives on Merseyside, rang me (in Cornwall) from Liverpool city centre to ask where the Krispy Kreme donut kiosk was. I knew, but couldn't quite explain it to her so I rang KK's customer services to see if they could tell me what shops were nearby so my daughter could use that info to locate the kiosk. Their computer was very slow so they gave me the kiosk's phone number, which I relayed to my daughter. This was a triumph as she was able to buy a peanut butter donut which was a 'special' that day. These things matter.

In reverse my daughter keeps me up-to-date with my own town's local news, way before I see it on my phone, most memorably when my friend's seafront hotel was on fire years ago and I had no idea!

I have memories of my son phoning me in Indonesia to inform me that the battery in my car, which he was using while I was living abroad, had failed and what was he to do? I suggested, from half way round the world, that he go to Halfords and buy a new one. Reader - that was the perfect solution as the car started working again! 😂

My worst call was from my 20 year old at that time daughter saying "Hi I'm in a police station in Havana".

Luckily this was years before telephone scams!

Ugh, I remember receiving a call at work from my son who was going to school in another province. He was totally lost in traffic in a city unknown to him and needed help! This was before GPS or google maps on phones. He was lucky to have a cellphone.

I managed to log onto a map with my work computer, find his school address and guide him to the nearest highway exit. My co-workers had a chuckle, but later that evening I called him back to see how his day went, and to suggest (scold) look ingat a map before he started driving in a strange city.

I heard yesterday about a mum in her seventies who still manages all the paperwork for her sons who are in their forties, so it works both ways.