Your sister Julia rolls up at your parent’s house at the weekend while you’re there. God she reckons herself… she really believes she’s better than everyone, doesn’t she? The way she says ‘so how’s work, Annie?’ with that snotty emphasis on ‘work’, as if there’s something wrong with having a career, with being responsible, with wanting to get somewhere in the world. Honestly! If living off your boyfriend in a shabby Welsh cottage, making Jam all day or whatever the hell she does is ‘freedom’, then she can take her freedom and stick it. And you know, when the money runs out where she’ll head don’t you? Straight back to Mum and Dad, panhandling for more ‘freedom’. She disgusts you, she really does.