It's weird, but there is a family who really must hate me and all because their son and I are divorcing - a mutual decision. They have forbidden the great grandmother of my boys from speaking to me. She, aged 91, told them where to get off, saying, quite rightly that she is old enough to decide with whom she speaks.
It's strange to think there are people riddled with so much hate that they go to such lengths, and that the slightest provocation sets them off into hysteria.
A strange parallel with world events at the moment - the Danish Cartoon Crisis. It's been blogged and discussed about at length elsewhere so I won't go into all that here. But I can't help feeling that talking to some people is a futile enterprise as they simply don't want to listen, and that bad feelings get to fester as they are chewed over like witches in Macbeth muttering over their cauldron.
I am so glad to be out of that family - they are like a toxic poison on sanity which works by stealth over time.
My friends tell me, as I may have mentioned elsewhere, that I look 10 years younger. Nuff said, eh?