Mum Is Not Amused.

 Just recently someone mentioned to me in a conversation, about Dire Straits, and in particular, the song Sultans Of Swing. I know me and dad have listened to Dire Straits on one of our music nights but I couldn't recall sultans Of Swing. So earlier I said to dad, "The next time we have a music night, would you mind playing Dire Straits again as I would like to listen to Sultans of Swing?"

Dad raised his eyebrows and a big grin came over his face. Then looking past me, over my left shoulder he said, "What's matter?"

I looked round to catch mum looking at us and pulling her, 'for goodness sake' type face.

On seeing me looking, "You've got the girl as bad yourself!" she stated, before adding, "Why can't you teach her some nice classical music or something?" 

I laughed because she is funny with her pretend anger.

"Sultans Of Swing  is a classic." Replied dad, intentionally tormenting her, I'm sure.

Mum rolled her eyes, "You're not fit to bring up a child you aren't!"

While I was laughing at mum, dad surprised me, he's not usually the one to initiate a big hug, by getting me and pulling me to him before wrapping his big arms round me, "You're the daddies child aren't you my dear." and gave me a little kiss on the top of my head. I liked the way he emphasized the word 'child'. I felt he knew what I was thinking when mum called me one. I obviously wasn't in danger of any kind, but had I been, I would have felt so safe with that strong left arm around my back and his right hand cupping my head to his chest. Oh, I wish I could tell you how nice it makes me feel.

The best part was that he didn't let go until mum said, "I don't know which one of you is the worst I'm sure! Clear off from under my feet the pair of you, go get your little dear an ice cream or something. It'll give you a chance to fill her head with some more of your daft rubbish! Leave me to get a nap for half an hour. My legs are fair dropping off me, all that walking around you've had me doing today."

To listen to mum sometimes, you would think she was hard done by. The truth is if anyone suggested doing it all again she would have been first out of the door. Just as she loves to sit with me and dad on a music night, seeing us all cuddled up. It's what she has dreamed of all her married life. She has told me as much many times now, and in many different way. The above being one of those times and ways.