My dad keeps giving me little pet (and they're always small animals) names when he says goodnight. Yesterday I was pussycat today I am monkey. He's never been one for terms of endearment and the fact they keep changing makes me wonder if it's just because sometimes he can't remember my name.
It was mum who wanted to call me Claire; named after a nurse she had 'great respect for' and a suspected crush on, so maybe this is a rebellion too! I think dad wanted to call me Helen but mum vetoed it coz she didn't want 'common people' dropping the H and calling me Ellen. My parents were definitely from working class stock but my mum always though herself 'better' than that. My dad's expertise in the field of caring for the disabled & running homes saw him rise to senior management & consultant level which I'm pretty sure made us middle class though I think me & my brother might be taking us back!
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