Cornwall? Part 1

There's incredulity brewing at chez moi at the moment, but so you'll understand fully, ill give you the story from the beginning. This is a tale that will require splitting into parts and this is Part 1.

About a year ago Blobs mother rang and the conversation as far as I could hear went something like this:

Mother: Hello darling, I'm moving!

Blob: OK?

Mother: I'm moving to Cornwall.

Blob: Yes?

Mother: Well I'm going to die.

Blob: What, like next Tuesday?

Mother: Well I was thinking of Friday week!

Blob: I suppose that's a blessing.

Mother: Well what I mean to say is that one day my house will be your's and Rachaels.

Blob: I expect so.

Mother: So I wanted to know where you like me to buy a house.

Blob: Right.

Mother: So where would you want me to buy one?

Blob: Bermuda!

Mother: No, I'm moving to Cornwall.

Blob: So why ask me?

Mother: Because you and Rachael will own it one day.

Blob: And?

Mother: Well I wanted to get something in a place that you and Rachael would like.

Blob: So Bermuda is out of the question then?

Mother: Yes, I'm moving to Cornwall.

Blob: I don't want a house in Cornwall.

Mother: But you'll get it one day.

Blob: So why are you asking me for my preferences?

Mother: Because one day it will be yours and Rachaels....................................

I got a headache at this point and went to bed. But hopefully I have set the scene.

And here endeth Part 1.

Bob