The tablecloth

This is an accurate retelling of two conversations I had with Riddle Woman (mum). 

Mum: Can you find me a Batik-style tablecloth?

Sarah: That's a very specific request.

Mum: I'd like it to go in the dining room.

Sarah: Ok, I'll have a look.

(One week later)

Sarah: I found a Batik-style tablecloth, here is a picture of it. 

Mum: It's amazing

Sarah: So shall I get it?

Mum: No. Don't bother. Goodbye.

(FIN) 

I could've spent a lot of time debating whether to buy the tablecloth based her conflicting messages.

Then I realised, in life, there are some things which are worth just doing. If you can afford to do something and there's a chance it'll bring someone even a bit of happiness, just do it. As I've said before, it's not like the world's biggest problem is that there's too much love. 

So I bought the tablecloth for her and put it in the post and she was delighted. She even sent me an email,  saying 'DEAR SARAH TABLECLOTH IS BEAUTIFUL'. 

It turned out that the reason why she didn't want me to bother buying it was because she thought I shouldn't waste money on her. I was put in mind of that famous story about a billionaire who died. 'How much did he leave?' Someone asked. 'I believe he left it all' was the reply. 

This is from Zara Home. 

This is from Zara Home.