Phone calls with parents
That mother that my wife saw was probably delighted to have that time with her daughter whether she picked up on the frustration or not.
My mother-in-law is in her late 70s and in the initial stages of senile dementia. She’ll be moving into an old-people’s home very soon, not 500 yards from her only child’s flat. She’s delighted to spend time with her daughter.
However, 30 to 40 years ago, when her daughter needed her, my mother-in-law didn’t want to know. Even five or ten years ago, when her daughter no longer needed her, but wanted to spend time with her, she didn’t want to know, as she’d just embarked on a new relationship, with a woman who couldn’t come to terms with the fact that an OAP might, just might, have had a child at some point in the previous 65 years.
Now she’s fucked, and broke, she’s turned to her daughter, as her daughter’s the one who’s expected to fill in the forms, argue the toss with the authorities, contact the bank when she’s bollocksed things up, ring up (and pay) the locksmith when she’s lost her keys and all the rest of it. I would have told her to fuck off, but it’s not my mother. I won’t miss her one bit when she’s gone. She’s not a wicked person, she’s just been incredibly self-centred all her life.
For what it’s worth, I’ve never missed my own mother, who died over 20 years ago. We didn’t have a good or bad relationship; we didn’t really have any relationship at all. I was her son, she was my mother, and that was that.
I was in the room (or, to be more precise, the curtained-off cubicle) while she was dying and I felt nothing. After she’d died, I emerged from the cubicle, said to my father and sister, “Mother’s dead”, thanked the nurses at the hospice and then went back to my father’s place to watch the Super Bowl.
He's right. You should. The chips at Twerton Park are astonishingly bad value at £2 a pop and still people buy them.
Not possible to sell chips, I'm afraid. The hut would need an extractor hood. This would require loads of money as well as permission from the local authorities, and I have neither.
That mother that my wife saw was probably delighted to have that time with her daughter whether she picked up on the frustration or not.
My mother-in-law is in her late 70s and in the initial stages of senile dementia. She’ll be moving into an old-people’s home very soon, not 500 yards from her only child’s flat. She’s delighted to spend time with her daughter.
However, 30 to 40 years ago, when her daughter needed her, my mother-in-law didn’t want to know. Even five or ten years ago, when her daughter no longer needed her, but wanted to spend time with her, she didn’t want to know, as she’d just embarked on a new relationship, with a woman who couldn’t come to terms with the fact that an OAP might, just might, have had a child at some point in the previous 65 years.
Now she’s fucked, and broke, she’s turned to her daughter, as her daughter’s the one who’s expected to fill in the forms, argue the toss with the authorities, contact the bank when she’s bollocksed things up, ring up (and pay) the locksmith when she’s lost her keys and all the rest of it. I would have told her to fuck off, but it’s not my mother. I won’t miss her one bit when she’s gone. She’s not a wicked person, she’s just been incredibly self-centred all her life.
For what it’s worth, I’ve never missed my own mother, who died over 20 years ago. We didn’t have a good or bad relationship; we didn’t really have any relationship at all. I was her son, she was my mother, and that was that.
I was in the room (or, to be more precise, the curtained-off cubicle) while she was dying and I felt nothing. After she’d died, I emerged from the cubicle, said to my father and sister, “Mother’s dead”, thanked the nurses at the hospice and then went back to my father’s place to watch the Super Bowl.
He's right. You should. The chips at Twerton Park are astonishingly bad value at £2 a pop and still people buy them.
Not possible to sell chips, I'm afraid. The hut would need an extractor hood. This would require loads of money as well as permission from the local authorities, and I have neither.
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