In The Wrong Place

[poliphilo]

Ailz has been poorly and has spent much of the past two days in bed. (She's better now.) It felt odd to be rattling around downstairs with my mother. Like I was in a sit-com.

I  dreamed I was camping out in a wood in an equatorial desert.  Then the sun rose and headed off leftwards at a shallow angle- which is what would happen in Antarctica, right?

There's a bag in the hall that has been sitting there for weeks. It contains CDs. It wouldn't be there if I had any place to put it. My mother just noticed and was interrogating me about it and I snapped.

"If it's offending you," I said as I stalked away.

Comments

[idahoswede.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear Ailz is feeling better. I hope you were wearing that fetching smoking cap as you stalked away.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I believe I was :)

[idahoswede.livejournal.com]

That's good, one should never show righteous indignation whilst improperly attired.

[cmcmck.livejournal.com]

Maybe this is showing you that it's time to go home and stay there for a bit ignoring all senior relatives?

I've been having further personal experience of the effects of lack of esteem from such of late as you'll be aware.

If Einstein had know the trouble it would cause, he'd never have invented them!

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

At the moment that's exactly what I feel like doing, but I've made a promise- sort of- if only to myself.

My mother can't help being a bit de haut en bas. It's her upbringing.

[cmcmck.livejournal.com]

Working class in origin though I may be, I'm not sure if I'd know where to find a forelock and I sure as hell don't know how to curtsey. I blame edumacation! :o)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

My mother grew up at the tail end of the forelock tugging era.