I am far from Shakespeare's " Maddening crowd "
occupying a space large enough to function at my own speed.
Yet still I am tormented by others perception,
their ideas of how one should live,
and being male I can still hear my mother,
berating me for the untidy, piled up dishes and clothing
the lack of any weekly rota for cleaning
and my mother lives two ferry journeys and six hundred and fifty road miles away, her criticism always took centre stage.