Except it’s hard to be sure when, exactly, such slippage might be in progress. Yes, I did detect a certain disdain when she asked her future daughter-in-law, naughtily wandering about in her pyjamas, ...
Julie says: “He naughtily told Karen that I was a writer, and I said, ‘I'm not a writer, somebody that gets published, I just write’. But he developed cancer during lockdown and sadly died.