Another week, more money, more mistakes to be made (as my mum put it).More strained conversations on the phone.
More good intentions laid to waste. My mum's pre-emptive aural strike thru the telephone, warning me not to spend too much time down south...She knows how expensive it's going to be for me when I'm hanging out in London later this week. She doesn't know, though, how much I need this short break from St Andrews.
If only I was better with my money. If only, if only. It's hard to please everyone. When i please myself, i get told I'm selfish.
When I try to please others, I get told I'm foolish. Why does my mum know me so damn well?? It's almost like she's that voice in my head that I tend to ignore. That voice of reason, that wee angel sat on my shoulder.
I wish I was wiser......