A rented room in a shared property is no place for a newborn
I’ve been paid a visit by Auntie B, a delightful woman I’ve known my whole life, though I’m not sure how we’re related. She just wants what’s best for me, she says between insults, and she and my mother are getting concerned about my childlessness. “Your age and no baby – very sad!” she says, like my own pocket Trump.
Mum nods emphatically, and I can tell from her eyes that she’s about to say something she knows will annoy me: “When I was your age” – Boom! There it is! – “I’d had three children.”
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