E veryone knows about the big three swear words, the ‘f’ word, the ‘s’ word and the highly offensive ‘c’ word. To my mother their lives another word that must not be muttered around her, this is the ‘m’ word.
There are many words that start with the letter ‘m’, marmalade, multiplication and Metallica to name just a few. To my mother there is only one ‘m’ word. This word is Marquee. For those of you who are confused, yes, a Marquee is a big tent.
The origins of my mother offence with the ‘m’ word is unknown.
Perhaps it was at a wedding in 2003 where after much rain, the ground of the Marquee became a quagmire, the dance floor as slippery as an icerink and the humidity of the hundred plus guest in close proximity resembled that of a nightclub.
Possibly the wedding mentioned above had nothing to do with my mothers detestation of the Marquee. Her feelings may go back to her camping experiences, as she is not a happy camper. Every time my mother goes camping the heavens open and it pours rain. I recall one time we went camping on the central coast, the four of us were in a tent sleeping on air mattresses, it rained so much that by the morning the airbeds were floating inside the tent (well maybe not, but we did get a lot of rain).
So I have painted a picture of my mother feelings towards the ‘m’ word you can imagine her feelings when we described our plan for a 60ft Marquee for our wedding in Condo. We all laughed of mum fears of rain as Condobolin is in the grip of a great drought, their no chance of rain!
The ‘m’ word Part 2