A view to a kill

I went to visit my mother on the weekend. Such visits are have the predictability as the beginning of a Bond film. You know the gunbarrel scene, the naked dancing girls during the titles, Bond smarming up to M, then seeing Q for his exploding briefcase and so on. Instead I have:

- The bit where I think "My god its much smaller than I remember".
- Mum clucking and hugging, "Gosh,you are not eating enough/ Have you found a nice boy yet"
- My favourite meal (Spag bol) is being cooked especially for me.
- Everything stops while mum watches Corrie.
- The part where Mum sits at the kitchen table and regales me with whats been happening with whom and what. This bit is generally like the bit where the Bond villain explains his entire plan, only not with fancy 3d graphics and laser satelites, but with phrases like "hysterectomy", "got a good job in a bank".
- The bit where I cram into my tiny childhood bed. No sexy superspy for me- I have a non-perishable hot water bottle instead for a bedmate.
- and it goes on from there.

Like a Bond film, highly enjoyable once in a while, but probably would get irritating if its the only thing you were exposed to. This probably happens to everyone and I will be sad if it ever stopped. But the mischievious part of me wonders what would happen if I was to ever change the order of things. You know, like demand lasagne instead of spag bol, or decided to take her out during Corrie. It would just be wrong and the everything would probably explode (again like the end of a Bond film). Actually maybe that would be quite fun...