Today, my livingroom.

MY MUM: "So, you mean you might never want to get married and have children?"

ME (thinking) : What – you mean spend an obscene amount of money on a hackneyed, meaningless ceremony that gets more outmoded every year? Give up every hope and dream I ever had for myself? Completely defy my opinion that marriage does not work , based on the numerous horrific examples I grew up witnessing? Put my body through all kinds of unnecessary stress, discomfort and pain? Give up at least 18 years of my life caring for someone else and completely sacrificing my own happiness and wellbeing? Sign up for the statistic that one in three marriages ends in divorce? Inevitably sideline my career – the best thing in my life? Get a house, mortgage, dog and a f***ing 4x4? Bore people stupid with tales of my engagement, seating plan, honeymoon, and what adorable things my little darlings said this weekend? Completely fly in the face of the fact that I function so much better on my own without anyone around to irritate/depress/disappoint/bore the hell out of me?

ME (spoken): "Well … it's not really a priority of mine at the moment."

I wonder how long I can get away with it until I have to break it to her gently that her one and only shot and being a grandmother is not looking good at all?