The nanny, Anita, was more of a mother to the girls than Paula ever was, and Bob seemed extremely detached from his daughters, particularly during their childhood and early teens.
I often wonder what would have happened if Michael had batted Paula's advances away? Would she have worked on her marriage to Bob? Probably not.
The poem by Phillip Larkin is so true for this family.
They duck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
I often wonder what would have happened if Michael had batted Paula's advances away? Would she have worked on her marriage to Bob? Probably not.
The poem by Phillip Larkin is so true for this family.
They duck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.