I got another ripple of the same feeling listening to the Kentish accents in Lidl.
Ailz put a post up on Facebook yesterday saying how she wishes she could sell the house in Oldham and relocate permanently. But that's not so much about how lovely Kent is and more about how her mother keeps scratching away at her self esteem. Next time we go north we're taking a day or a couple of days to be with Odi while she's in hospital in Liverpool having her third baby. "But that's not fair," says Dot- meaning, I suppose, that we should be spending all the time we're not in Kent sitting in her frowsty living room listening to her litanies of self pity.
I tried to imagine myself in Dot's shoes last night, thinking as she thinks, feeling as she feels, wanting what she wants. I'm afraid it sent me to sleep.