I was in hospital with Gastro From Hell, my mum and Boyfriend waiting with me.
Around 9pm, mum started sighing. Looking at me, slack from pain and exhausted from vomiting, she whined, 'see, we should be getting a child out of this!' Referring to 'me having a painful stay in hospital'.
She said it a few times, to Boyfriend's snorts and my 'display model only! Display model only!' moans.
Time and place, mother, time and place.
Having said that, for my birthday she *did* buy me a puppy picture book and make jokes about her grandchildren being in there. Baby steps.