It was Mum. This is my chance, I thought. She asked me how I was doing. I told her I was doing fine, which is, of course, the universal answer to "How are you?", but I really was doing fine--even fantastically--so why lie? Then I told her about the France trip.
"Well, you're going to have to start saving your money, aren't you?" she said.
I can make this happen.
(Which reminds me, I'll need a tag for this. I'll think of that later.)