Me: Enid's Diaries
My Mother: Oh dear, Is there no-one we can pass them to. John Allen: He's very much the head of the family.
Me: (resisting the urge to say John Allen can go fuck himself) But he's an old man.
My Mother: Not so very old.
Me: He's older than you are. And you're 93.
My Mother: Oh.
Me: I'm not handing them to a man in his mid 90s. Besides, I want to keep them for the time being. They're fascinating.
My Mother: Just so long as I don't have to do anything with them.
Me: You don't. We'll deal with them. Me and Jenny and Ailz.
My Mother: That's all right, then.