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Remember high school times, when your mum told you to never leave things for the last minute?
When she walked into your room, when you were basically sitting with your feet up on the table, casually surfing the depths on the internet, with the numb I-don't-give-a-fuckery that could win you a national Chillzone Award? And when she said that thing that left you speechless?

"That's a very sexual position".
"?!"
"Well, yes, your body language practically screams 'Fuck Work'."

And then she was gone, leaving you gobsmacked. Then, of course, you remembered about the literature essay to be handed in the next day, looked at the pile of books and your enigmatic notes, sighed and got done with it.
I'm missing this right now.

All the best for mummy on the Mother's Day.