This latest admonishment came after my reading of Naomi Alderman’s book ‘The Liars Gospel.’ I suppose I should have known better than trying to use historical detail. Mum is after all a devout Christian and the one thing persons of faith dislike is something as asinine as fact.
We returned to our reading. Mum Jennifer Worth; me another Wodehouse.
The clock heavy hung with the ticking of time.
I turned the page as the doorbell rang. It was the phlebotomist making her regular visit. Mum is on Warfrin and so they monitor her levels. I offered to make a cup of tea but both mother and medic declined. I went back to work sifting for more prospective clients. Imagine my shock when overhearing the conversation that ensued.
“Well of course my dear in my time we didn’t have washing machines or tumble dryers, we hand washed everything and then used the mangle. There were bomb craters the size of mars in our back yard, Hilter was knocking at the French doors, Mussolini was in the pantry and the only thing saving us from abrupt defeat was Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. We didn’t have all the luxuries you young people enjoy. There wasn't any toilet paper. We had to use newspaper cuttings to wipe ourselves with (the newsprint played havoc with my piles.) My Dad used to shave using sandpaper wrapped in a brick. We washed in puddles the rain left and we didn't have shoes so painted our feet black. There wasn't any chocolate or nylons to wear so we sold our bodies to the yanks (handsome chaps too, kissed like sink plungers) for the pleasure of a nibble on a banana. We were poor but they were the best days of our lives.”
What was that about me living in the past dear old parent?.
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