Five an a half months later (and a few pounds lighter), I am back in Blighty for good. I flew into London Stansted late on Friday night, leaving Saturday for some quality family time.
As much as I love my Mum, I have the slight feeling I've been watching an impending midlife crisis. While middle aged men see their grey hairs and respond with a new sports car or leather jacket, my Mum has chosen the latest teenage Vampire/Goth phenomenon Twilight as her dotage.
I saw Twilight on Christmas Eve and I have to say it wasn't too bad. The script was rather wooden and the acting left a lot to be desired, though Bella was quite attractive in a pale, gothic kind of way so it was watchable. We leave the cinema and my Mum was acting like a fourteen year old. She rushed home and spent Christmas Day finding pictures of Edward (silent but beautiful 108 year old Vampire who just happens to look 17) and ordering as much Twilight merchandise as she could.
Now twenty cinema visits and well over forty overall viewings later she worries me. I was in Berlin a couple of weekends ago and I felt myself compelled to buy €60 worth of merch from the Ku'Damm. The walls of my house, where once there were nice pictures of the children, are full of pictures of Edward and Bella
Oh well, I suppose it's just a phase she's going through.
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