I have mentioned that my dear friend A is visiting at the moment. Her mother is also joining us for a few days before they set off to tour around a little. B6 wasn’t quite sure where A’s mother fitted into the picture. Here’s how the conversation went:

B6: What’s she to me?
L12: She’s June.
B6: What’s a June?
L12: That’s her name.
B6: I mean, am I her nephew or something?
L12: No, she’s just one of our friends, we aren’t related to her.
B6: But aren’t Mummy and A sisters?
L12: No, that’s just a myth.

Actually a myth A and I have perpetuated over the years, the most recent time being at church last Sunday. Someone just assumed we were sisters and we didn’t correct them … at first. Never for a moment, however, did I set out to deceive my own son.

I couldn’t ask for a better sister though.