It works the other way around as well, of course, and with my parents' arrival I've dropped off my son's radar too. Like an indentured servant I get a cursory nod when I deliver food or cleaning services and I'm then expected to withdraw in a respectful manner. I've had it! I'm out of here! As soon as I've finished all the British tea and chocolate, and that litre of Baileys, that Grandma and Grandpa brought with them...
A duet of Peters.
"And then the nice old lady completely forgot about her son and fell in love with the little baby and they all lived happily ever after. The end."
