So…we’re having a family reunion. It’s going to be magical. I’m going to enjoy it so much, and I shall be fulfilled.
It’s going to be just the worst. We used to get on great, the four of us. Just me, Mum, Dad and Sarah, all a happy family. Maybe it was me and Sarah being teenagers at the same time, but things started to get…tense. The great dress incident of 2015 caused the first great rift; me and Mum thought it was orange, while the others thought it was lime green. Even those alliances didn’t last, as Dad’s crusade against us not turning off lights led to him installing industrial energy monitoring around the house. I say industrial because it really is the type of precision energy monitoring that you’d find around a company building, to keep the costs down. Anyway, that happened, and then the last straw was probably the great Saturday Night Television Fiasco, where we all wanted to watch something different on the big TV and none of us would budge. One thing led to another, and I decided that I could no longer live in that environment. I mean, the energy monitoring was pretty oppressive, but after a few years out, I can MAYBE see that we were using too much power. A little bit too much. I still think that was excessive, but I can almost, sort of see my Dad’s point of view. And I know that Mum’s fashion shows are awful, but maybe I’ve come to an understanding that people like different things. Her tastes are absolutely awful, but I can accept that some people like awful things, just about.
In any case, we’re all coming back together for the first time in years, in a neutral place. I’m sure a grand time shall be had by all. It will be very nice. And nobody will bring up the whole issue of Dad trying to source commercial solar panels to install on the roof, both to save energy and serve as a constant reminder of how much power we used to use. Because THAT would just be dredging up the past.