The phone call came just before setting off on the school run time. Alex nearly did not answer it as she found school runs enough of a torment every day without the censure of teachers and yummy mummies if she turned up late.
It was her Mum.
“I’ve got a question for you but I don’t know how you will feel about it. You can say no if you want to”
“What is it Mum?” asked Alex with her eye on the kitchen clock.
“Well, we were just wondering if we could come and spend Christmas with you this year?”
Lots of thoughts went through Alex’s mind in an instant. She would love her parents to come for Christmas. It was a long held dream but because her Mum was the ultimate control freak, she had never expected it to happen.
There were concerns about how her husband would feel about the idea along with abject panic at the thought of matching her Mum’s fantastic cookery.
“If Joel does not want us to come, just say so.”
“No, he will love it. It’s a great idea”
“We’ll only stop for Christmas Day and Boxing Day”
“You can stay as long as you like. Listen Mum, I’ve got to pick the kids up now”
“Alright love but remember what I said. If Joel does not want us there, we won’t be offended”.
Chuckling to herself at the idea of any rejection of her Mum not resulting in major offence, Alex ended the call.
What had brought about what in any other family would be a fairly normal request she did not know. She knew it was probably big but could not work it out.