She rang last night. I was very tired, because a friend -of my own age - had died suddenly in the week, and the delayed shock of it had got to me that afternoon. My husband explained that it wasn't a good time for me to talk, but that I would call her the next day. (Today)
I didn't realise he'd also explained to her about the death, but rang her as promised. As usual my mother wanted to talk about her own problems which included a broken washing machine that has to be replaced, but the replacement wouldn't come for a while. At one point I suggested that she ask one of her many good neighbours in the sheltered flats where she lives, if they'd wouldn't mind washing the odd towel for her. She said, 'Well the thing is I used to have friends but now they're dead.'
Although one neighbour she liked had died over a year ago, this just didn't make any kind of sense - she has a good social life - so I changed the subject.
I told my husband that I'd rung my mother, and he said, 'Did she say how sorry she was to hear about your friend dying? I said no, she didn't say anything. At which point he told me that he had told her about the bereavement.
So then my mother's statement that she had no friends to help her through the laundry crisis started making sense. Yes, I might be grieving for a friend who had suddnly dropped dead - but it was she who really needed the sympathy.........