This is about a relationship, but not a sexual one…
MrsHill’s mother has said, now that I have returned home, that she feels cheated by me. She says I came into their home, she learned to love me, and now I have gone again. She says I cheated her because now I am gone again, and she is sad that I have gone. She wishes we never had met, so that she wouldn’t have this feeling of ‘loss.’
I thought so. Where your ma is, in other words. What does she mean by “gone?” Like, “gone” as in “into the livingroom” or “gone” as in like “a gone guy” so you’re just too hip and cool for her anymore?
It’s a littel confusing really. You should have a curry and forget all about it.
I see, MrsTomHill’s mother. Now it makes sense. The answer is easy. Tell her you’ve left a little clump of your pubic hair at the back of one of her cupboards, so technically, you’re still at least partly there.
Come back Tom, all is forgiven. This searching for fame and fortune thing in old London Town, surely is a bit Puss in Boots? Get on a boat and we’ll sort you out a nice safe job when you get here.