I ought to be grateful but my mum in her 80s and still very with it, just doesn't seem to 'get ' me. Today she's posted a clipping from their local rag about someone I went to primary school with 50 years ago, who has had recently an old pic ( as a child) in the local rag. I have no interest at all in this girl, who wan't even a friend at school except I think we played recorder in a group at the time. I know this is so trivial but on a more serious note I don't think my mum realises how this is so meaningless to me now. I've not lived in the area for 40 years anyway, since I moved after uni.
This isn't a one-off. She often posts stuff like this, which I could access online anyway, if she told me she'd read it in their local rag, but the point is it's meaningless to me, and she can't seem to understand that my life has in 40 years moved on. Grrrrrrrrrrr! My mum seems to think I am sentimental about that time in my life but I really am not.