Confused of Ripon

We made a special trip over to Harrogate yesterday afternoon to pick up some medicine for my mother and buy her any provisions that she needed.
'Hi mum, how are you?' I said as we walked in through the front door.
'You're not wearing those baggy jeans again are you? I hate them', she said.
'Can we deal with my question first?' I said, ' how are you, then we can deal with what I'm wearing.'
Jan, of course walks in gets an effusive hug and a kiss and pleasant conversation. I sometimes wonder whose mother she is.