After all, they couldnt live without their boys literally.
Who else would put up with them and still show the love?
It does get easier, mutters one of the sons to another as they huddle in a back pew.
‘Four Mothers’MK2
is the anguished reply.
She remains sharp, however, delivering her zingers on an iPad in the voice of an AI bot.
Too bad: they were left on the doorstep, a done deal.
Edward gives up his bed for one of the ladies and settles into carers purgatory.
Meanwhile, his publishers have arranged a whistle-stop book tour through the US.
Ann Patchett is booked to do an on-stage interview.
Hell be on chat shows.
Meanwhile, the lads sent pictures of themselves being festive.
He does, obviously.
But the story arcs gently into a grab-bag of happy endings.
Its all very charming, which is fortunate because it is clearly intended to charm us.
A film probably best enjoyed with that aforementioned cup of tea, Id say and forget the bondage harness.
A snuggly blanket would be so much nicer.
