Anna gets her words in a twist, but it does not help to correct her.
‘It is a slap in the face,’ she says.
At a work meeting, I noticed that I was stuttering more than ever. I was never specially good at finishing my sentences – and now I live in a household where we don’t often finish sentences at all. I think this might be having an effect, as I move between these different worlds.
I used to like the story of the young wife and mother, eager to support her husband, so that, when he invited the boss to dinner, she made a special effort, wore her sexiest dress, cooked an excellent meal, hung on every word that the boss spoke and responded with witty intelligent comments, and, just as she was beginning to relax, thinking it was going really well, she realised with horror that she had leaned over and was cutting up the boss’s steak into small pieces for him.
A sudden worrying thought. Have I told you that story before? Am I repeating myself?