In the lounge at the airport on the way to NZ mum sees the eggs and bacon and rushes to pile up her plate then sees the fruit and panics.
As we were landing mum looked out and said, I can see a long white coast line. Not really it was the wing.
On board she announced "I'm on a new drug, Diaphragm" probably Diazepam.
She burped so loudly in the customs queue that the man behind her changed lanes.
Burps, farts, groans and yawns all day. I swear that there is someone else in there with her.
We spent a lot of time lost as she constantly talked over the navman.
Repeats every word we say, as if we are in a weird delay echo chamber.
Reads every sign out loud, slowly and deliberately.
Has a go pronouncing every Maori name, whispering and repeating it to herself.
When we arrive at the hotel the concierge says "The extra bed is for the little person" My mother the midget.
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