Yesterday I caught myself referring to my mother's house as "home". I've done a lot of adapting over the summer.
While Odi and Ailz were in theatre yesterday I went for a walk. The Women's Hospital is in a part of Liverpool to the north of the Anglican cathedral where the grand old early 19th century terraces are still intact. It's like Bloomsbury- but even quieter. Domestic architecture in Britain reached a pitch of perfection in the period we loosely call Regency.
What a handsome city Liverpool is.
Ailz's mother was extremely unpleasant about us spending time with Odi when she thinks we should have been spending it with her. It's as if she was trying to provoke the rejection she fears. "Odi", she says "Is nothing to you." Something is going to have to be said (I suppose).
When we're at home/my mother's house my mother controls the TV remote and the things she watches are rarely things I'd choose to watch, so I've gotten into the habit of not bothering with the TV at all. Last night- at teatime- Ailz suggested we turn the thing on and I said I'd rather not and she agreed. I mean to say, who needs the BBC News? It's all lies and distraction and propaganda.
