..is when years ago in idle conversation you mention to your mum that if you had the means you’d move from NW down to Devon/Cornwall. You both know you will never ever have the means to do this. Ever. It’s just a dream. You also both know that with her money and your dad’s car visiting wouldn’t be an issue.
She sulks. Epic style. About something that will never happen anyway. She bemoans the distance. Acts hurt that you’d even consider being happy.
A year or so later she buys an apartment in Spain and spends every fucking school holiday there when her grandkids are wanting to see her.
That, is hypocrisy.