Never were there such devoted sisters...

>> Saturday, 16 January 2010

Still PM's sister. I've just had a long conversation with Potski Mummy for the first time since she moved. Her mobile has decided to stop sending texts, but they now have a house and a landline, although not much else until the IKEA delivery arrives. I'll let her tell you all of her news when she updates - she's hoping to be back on line by the beginning of next week.

Anyway, she's asked to me add another post in the meantime to keep things ticking over until she's back.

I can't believe how much I miss my sister. We've lived in different parts of the country for almost ten years now, so don't see each other too often. But I didn't realise that we've always spoken almost every day and I now miss that contact.

PM is experiencing a very different life to me. In fact, we've led quite different lives since we both left home. I find myself thinking - we had the same parents, went to the same schools, were brought up with the same values, but have ended up in very different places.

PM has generally got things right in life. She's always worked hard - for her degree, her successful career, her friendships, her marriage and at being an excellent mother. I think that her secret to a successful adult life is that she's always stayed true to her personal values.

The things I respect most about my sister:

  • She has never let a man make a fool of her. If he has, she's made sure that she's not been around to let him do it again.
  • She makes the best fruitcake in the world. Fact.
  • She is patient with life and doesn't rush around trying to fix things - she thinks the problem through and so comes up with the best solution.
  • She buys me slippers every Christmas.
  • She is the best mother I know, and as a result has two intelligent, charming and kind boys who will grow up to be excellent young men.
  • She falls up the stairs, but does it gracefully, as if it was meant to happen.

We're sisters but look different, live differently and have different tastes in everything from men to food. She's never coloured her hair in her life, I'm known to close friends as Miss L'Oreal. She goes to the gym, I go to the couch. You get the picture.

But, like me, she needs the toilet as soon as she walks into a library. Genes will out, after all.

P.S. As I check this post, I realise that it reads like a eulogy. Don't worry, PM isn't dead, she's just in Moscow.


The Woman who Can 16 January 2010 at 11:54  

You're doing such a good job! And not like a eulogy at all, like someone who loves their sister.

Tina x

Trish @ Mum's Gone to... 16 January 2010 at 12:04  

This is a revelation - there are two other women in the world who need the loo when walking into a library. I thought it was just me who had this strange affliction. I've never admitted it before: oh the relief!

Footballers Knees 16 January 2010 at 12:30  

Thanks Tina!

Trish - so, it's not a genetic thing - perhaps its a 'female' thing? Quiet places make us relax too much?!

Karen 16 January 2010 at 19:38  

I think it must be the anxiety...

Mums Travel System 16 January 2010 at 19:46  

I cant say that I have ever experience it!
Dawn x

Expat mum 16 January 2010 at 20:22  

Hilarious. I love the new name Potski Mummy.
And what's with needing the loo on entering a library?

amodernmother,  17 January 2010 at 20:19  

I think I've learned more about Potski from your post than I have reading this blog the past year. It feels a bit like the guernsey literary and potato peel pie...

planb 17 January 2010 at 22:14  

Dear Potski - you are very lucky to have your sister...

I've just tagged you both for a meme, but if unpacking proves more tempting, excuses accepted...

mothership 19 January 2010 at 04:04  

i shall miss you when potski returns, although I will be very happy to have her back, too.

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