Mango drops his plate and takes a flying leap over the sofa to me. "Where? Where?" I can't feel anything!"
Poor thing. Baby Opioro has been kicking me for the past couple of weeks now but Mango can't feel it yet. I think it's because I'm fat but my mother thinks it's because it is still small. Which is saying a lot because my mother, The Good Doctor, is obsessed by weight - or having healthy weight.
This is what a normal conversation with her sounds like now: "Hello? Is everything OK? I hope you are not putting on too much weight because it will be difficult later on....vegetables? fruits? You should tell your sister to try and cut down as well. You should see some of the women I treat. BMI? If it is more that 29 you are obese. Water? Protein? Weightweightweightweightweight! Ok, bye bye."
ARGH!
Right, where are those fruits?
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