Last week she was on the phone to me and started telling me a story about her life involving Fifty shades of grey. When she was over today she finally carried on the story.
My mother is a big Farmville player. She doesn’t really do much in a day other than walk the dog, play farmville, teach at a school close to her home, come home and sit on either farmville or bejeweled on Facebook while watching rubbish television.
Over the last week she hasn’t been on Facebook so much and I found out this is because she started reading Fifty shades and got so into it that, in her words, ‘All my crops withered and died. It feels like I haven’t been on there for a month’.
I almost fell off the couch laughing at it. She then started complaining about finishing the first book too quickly and having to express order the second and third off amazon. Cause, you know, going up the road to tesco would be way too difficult.