You can't tell me what I'm doing wrong : 1976 : And Mother Makes Four, Camberley

"Why are you choosing a university so far away?" aunt Sheila demanded of me. "You should commute from home to Guildford so you can help your mum."
I was seething. It was the first time we had spoken in years and THIS was her 'advice' to me? How dare she! It was three years since my middle-aged father had walked out on our family to shack up with a runaway teenage bride. Following his departure, he had apparently visited Sheila and poisoned her mind against her younger sister, my mother, so that the pair exchanged not one word for decades thereafter. Just when my mother had needed sisterly support to survive a difficult breakup and resultant hardship, Sheila had frozen her out. But she still felt able to tell me how to run my life?