Hello Everybody, how are you? Well, the little houses and I weathered last week’s storm and hope you did too if, indeed, she visited you. We’re back to see you again today and provide a little light relief from the world’s goings on. The kettle is boiling and I’m rootling around for a fresh packet of biscuits. You can take the comfiest chair…
Living on the Edge 173; the Elephant in the Room…
The last time Percy’s mother in law had visited, some seven years ago, they had had the most enormous row. It had been about something very trivial to begin with, as all good rows are, but had escalated quickly into an angry list of gripes, accusations and random ‘and another things’…
To avoid such painful altercations, Percy’s wife, Layla, had become used to visiting her mother without Percy accepting that this way, the huge rift would continue to be ignored and skirted around but would quietly grow bigger. And bigger.
And so it was most disconcerting for Percy when, unannounced, Layla’s mother loomed on the horizon late one afternoon. With trunk. He froze, unsure quite what to do. Should he put the kettle on? Were bygones about to be bygones? His hearth raced, flipped and sank.
Percy looked around furtively. More than anything he wanted to hide. He wished he’d gone ahead with the plans he’d commissioned and installed a panic room… xxx