Gritted my teeth and called in on Mum and Dad tonight. When I got there, Dad was out getting fish and chips. It takes him a while, as Mum insists that the fish from one shop is best, but a shop in an adjoining suburb makes better chips. And Dad humours her! So, usually they have hot chips with lukewarm fish, or vice versa.
Anyway, had a boring night, listening to lots of stories about friends of their friends. And, sometimes, it was about those people’s friends. Apparently, some of them have been overseas recently. Also, Mum and Dad feel that the speeds indicated on road signs are far too high.
I suppose I should be grateful that Mum and Dad are happy in their bubble. They’re devoted to each other, and I guess it doesn’t matter what you’re interested in, as long as you’re interested in something.
But, there’s no reason to inflict it on your daughter. Wish I was interested in something.
Also, why do I feel lonely when I get home from Mum and Dad’s?