My mother has this weird habit of revealing absolutely nothing about what she’s up to and then one idle morning of April she’ll be like oh yea I’ve been lowkey restoring a Victorian greenhouse for the last year and I’m entering a competition would you make me a video about it darling, and she’ll drop these bombs with the insouciance of an October leaf falling gently to the floor and I’ll make my excuses and hit the lav and be like what in the hell my mother is a superwoman.