Mother

"Bob? It's me, Emilly," it was my sister, on the phone, sounding worried, "It's about Mother. She's taken a turn for the worse."
I felt worried now. I remembered what happened the last time she 'took a turn for the worse'.
"I'll be right round," I said.
When I got there, half the street was ablaze. There were helicopters, fire engines, paramedics and loud-hailers telling people to evacuate the area. Not to mention all the police.
"And another thing," Mother was shouting as she stood on the roof of our house, swinging a pickaxe handle, "why do you pack bacon so tightly I can't get the bloody packet open? It gets on my bloody nerves it does. I mean, are you all bloody stupid, or what?"
I looked at a fireman. He just looked back at me and shrugged his shoulders.
I hate it when that happens.

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