Conversations with my Mother

are becoming quite a challenge as we grope our way towards what it is she wants to say. It becomes like a game of charades. Take this morning's for example:

Mum: There was this thing on the wireless this morning - it was really good. I thought it would be a very good thing for them.

Me: Oh yes - what was that?

Mum: Oh, I can't remember what it was, but it's been on before - not for a while though.

Me: OK - what was it about.

Mum: I don't know, but it'll come back to me. --- There was five of them and they each had a hill.

Me: Ah - the Teletubbies?

Mum: That's it!


I was quite pleased I got it so quickly.