I went to see an oracle
And left insulted
As prophecies go, it didn’t start well. As my sister, younger than me by three years, and I sat down in front of the oracle, she looked up and smiled serenely. “Mother and daughter?” she asked.
Ouch.
Why, you might wonder, had I entertained the idea of seeking ‘divine’ advice from a (clearly very short-sighted) woman in south L…