Mostly I don’t notice it, but lately I’ve really been noticing that the Catholicism I grew up with (and still practice) is reallllly not what a lot of other people my age grew up with, which is particularly wild considering that my Nanna was a nun.
So I inevitably pick some British seaside town for my holiday and the thing about driving there with my Mum is that she will inevitably spot a town on a road sign and be able to tell me about a murder that’s happened in the last 40 years there.