Mum

I'm at home.

I have been getting very specific tastes for what I am wanting to eat,
so I am following up these urges. Right now it is cereal, museli, with
cold whole milk. I end up carrying my bowl of museli around the house
before sitting down to eat it.

My mum is having a go at me.

She is saying, "don't make a mess, don't spill the milk!"

She has a point, but I am very careful, and I don't spill a drop.

She continues having a go at me, even after I have sat down at the
table and am eating it "properly".

I answer back saying "why are you having a go at me? Its as if you
just want to burden me with things I haven't done!"

"Well", she says, "I thought you liked taking the blame for other
peoples stuff, do you not like it?"

"No I don't. I will not be blamed for things I didn't do." As I am
saying this I am pulling a long hair out of my bowl of museli.

The house is in a mess. This is one of the reasons why she is having a
go at me. She is seeing if she can get me to deal with some of this
mess that I didn't even make.

"Ok" she says, and calms down.

She asks me what I have been up to. I tell her about the big seed sort
of Richards seeds.  I show her the process of sorting seeds, looking
for the date. She gives me a packet of amaranth seeds that I had
forgotten to bag up. This is the edible amaranth that you can cook the
seeds of for eating. She has never seen it before and is intrigued by
it. I tell her I have cooked it up for eating, but that it would be
best if it could be ground to a flour.

"Sweetcorn is one of the most amazing seeds" I say to her.. "It can
store for ages and still be good to eat."

She picks up a piece of sweetcorn that looks like a tooth and tries
eating it. She spits it out. "It must be an old one that is no good"
she says.