No, not been teasing my mother, not lately. More that I reckon my mother was a tease when she was young. I never ask, but sometimes I steer things towards her talking about her youth and blokes. She met my father at the Presbyterian (how did I know an American spell checker would fix that word) Presbyterian Fellowship Association dance. My mother was brought up with religion, so I give her the benefit of the doubt. My father and his friends just went to pick up.
Then there was the guy she was fond of, a second cousin I think, who while indulging in horse play at Mordialloc Beach on a family Boxing Day picnic, hit his head and died.
Then there was the guy who lived in Hughenden Road East Kilda or Caulfield. Mother had to take a bus, a train and a tram to meet him when he snuck out of the big two storey house to see her. Her parents did not want him to associate with a scrubber from a market garden in Clarinda. She could even recall the street number and I checked the place out a few years ago and it is a block of flats now.
I feel so sad for her, the true love of her life and her real match was my uncle. My stepmother told me in a vexatious whisky laden moment, that they even did the biz. Step mother has a letter that confirms. Possibly it is not a good idea to have a younger and attractive brother living in your family house. He went onto to marry and have children. Even now, at her age of seventy plus, I think she would go weak at the knees just from the memory if she met him again. It is funny the things you see as a child that you don't see, and then many years later it all makes sense. My uncle is now crippled with back pain but still quite handsome the last time I saw him. Gosh, his kids, my cousins I suppose, must be thirty odd now. He ended up marrying Beamauris money, the local school teacher, and it seems it has been pretty good for them.