Michéle has asked to read the rest of my book while I am in Australia, so I have agreed to send it all to her.  This morning I started printing it out, then lunch with two family members who always talk non-stop.  In one way this is quite relaxing, because you can listen and eat easily.  But if you try to say anything, you never get more than half a sentence out before one (or both) of them start talking over you, and go on till you abandon your own sentence, shut up and listen.  They always make me feel as if L and I are the most boring people in the world, as if time spent with us can only be endured if they blot out anything we say and talk about their own concerns.  I do actually love these people, and care about them, and I think they love us.  It's just that they never want to listen to anything we have to say.

Walk to shops after lunch, then back here to print out more pages.