So they have this statue outside Finchley Hospital.
Presumably the son sneaks off into the wards at night to harvest the souls of the poor inpatients to pacify his immortal, ungodly mother.
Only then will she feed him from her pernicious tit of malevolence.
Anyway, I’m going home for a lie down.

Hammersmith looking lovely. Had a walk along the river and suddenly there was police everywhere. Football, apparently. I’ll never understand it.