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After years of fruitless searching, I have found my tribe...!
Let me start by saying my mother is a wonderful, caring and generous person and host. Anyone and everyone is welcome to her home, always has been. I love her dearly. That said, Christ almighty, does she bang on about people and things I neither know nor have any interest in. Of course, I expect and welcome a degree of local catch-up information, just not for hours on end without taking breath.
I live far away so visit a few times a year. I know that within a few minutes of arriving, I'll be reaching for a bottle of wine (is 8am a bit early?) to take the edge off what I perceive to be endless inane chatter, 95% of which pertains to other people's medical issues. Even if I know the person involved, i have little interest in hearing about it again. It's not that I don't care - of course I'm sorry to hear that someone is unwell, I just can't cope with it being the main focus of the monologue. I have spoken to her about it and she genuinely doesn't realise she's doing it. When I remind her, she'll say she's not doing it, when it's plain as day she is. Ultimately, it's her space and she is entitled to speak of whatever she likes, and yes, I'm grateful that it's not vitriolic spew that many people have to endure.
The crux of it is no-one can contribute meaningfully to the conversation when it's one-sided, other than "hmm" and increasingly bewildered eye movements. I act as an interpreter for those unfortunates who have no idea who's being discussed (can't help them with the why), outlining the pertinent information in the briefest possible way to make some sense of...
JohnBoy is married to Maisie who's had the hysterectomy, poor soul, and whose cat had kittens and the father was Lovebomb whose previous owner emigrated to Australia where he befriended a feral kangaroo and named her Trixie and with time she grew to love him, as did Trixie's next door neighbour Veronica who has scoliosis, poor soul, but sure didn't she and your man fall in love and have forty children and named them after the kittens, isn't that lovely to have the family connection but wait, didn't half the misfortunes die from some rare genetic disorder, but we always knew something wasn't quite right with Lovebomb as he had a gammy walk that he inherited from his father GammyGams who had courted that blow-in Firecracker in 1956, now that's half the kittens died, not the children, and, and, and...
If you got through that, fair play to you, and if you're wondering if Veronica is human or a kangaroo, you haven't been paying attention...