The stupid, minor things that can spark a massive row with my mother.
The latest– I swear!– was over whether O'Neill's trilogy is entitled "
Mourning Becomes Electra" or "
Morning Becomes Electra".
*sigh* It's reached the stage where I'm simply not allowed to contradict her– even in a low-key way– on
any point whatever. Especially if I turn out to be right.
The thing is, she's such a kind, lovely person in the normal way of things, and I know this is all due to pressure she's under at work– but all the same, it's making it downright nerve-wracking to talk to her at all.
