Musings from my Mammy

Not my Mammy, my one is less criey

Actual conversation with my mother when I was back in Ireland. The subject of my abilities on the soccer pitch came up.

Mammy: 'I remember watching you out in that field playing football when you were just a wee boy'


GBM: 'Oh yeah Ma?


Mammy: 'Oh yes, I used see you run in the opposite direction of the ball'


GBM: 'And you were surprised when you found out I was gay'


Mammy: 'Ah now, you were too young then to know yourself, how was I to know. I just thought you'd grow out of it'


GBM: 'Never did, did I'


Mammy: 'I guess not'


Irish mammies, you gotta love em. I know I do mine

GBM