was like a step back in time, being driven home in my parents car, a dead weight head on each shoulder as I’m wedged in the middle of the back seat by sleeping children, after a long day with relatives who all seem slightly confused by my presense or indeed existence.
Except it was my offspring flanking me rather than my siblings, my sister who had horrendously overcatered rather than my grandparents and my peers in the family that were confused instead of my parents generation. Some things don’t change. I do recall my mother at some point yesterday saying that they wondered where I had come from (think it was to do with my dislike of shopping, especially in comparison to my daughter), but overall it was monotonous instead of painful.
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