Adjusting. Not
Jul. 11th, 2013 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloAilz was complimenting me on how well I was adjusting to life in Kent and then- yesterday- the existential angst came sweeping back in. I'm not sure why. I think it had something to do with the broadband connection being so slow I couldn't access LJ. On such small things do our moods depend.
Also Ailz and I had to go and do the week's shopping. In the past my mother has made tut-tutting noises about how much we've spent- and I was dreading her doing it again. In the event she was sweetly complimentary about our efforts- but the damage has already been done.
Then there were some plants to be watered. I'd have happily gone and done it myself- but my mother wanted to be part of the action- and so I wheeled her down the drive and she was bossing me about. She has a way of saying, "What are you doing?" that Dame Edith Evans would have envied.
By evening I was ready to snap at the least little thing.
Also Ailz and I had to go and do the week's shopping. In the past my mother has made tut-tutting noises about how much we've spent- and I was dreading her doing it again. In the event she was sweetly complimentary about our efforts- but the damage has already been done.
Then there were some plants to be watered. I'd have happily gone and done it myself- but my mother wanted to be part of the action- and so I wheeled her down the drive and she was bossing me about. She has a way of saying, "What are you doing?" that Dame Edith Evans would have envied.
By evening I was ready to snap at the least little thing.
