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Published on Sep 22, 2013
I was still living at home at the age of 31. Putting up with Mum's overdone roasts. Dad's comments about my dress sense. Gran's right-wing politics. The parrots insults. The cat's hair. The dog's bad breath. The inane questions about my career...my love life And everything under the sun.
And then, one day, all that stopped. I went to see Lloyds Bank and they helped me get on the ladder with a little place of my own. ...that I bought with my deposit... ... and some help from my parents. Now no one comments when I leave washing up in the sink. Have my girlfriend over... Stay up all night with my mates... Or walk around in my Y-fronts
But once I was gone, I actually started to miss my parents. So I still turn up for lunch every Sunday. Well you can't cut the apron strings too quickly, can you?