Saw dad this afternoon, and although he was as miserable as ever, I couldn't help feeling that he's beginning to settle in to his new(ish) surroundings.
It was even suggested that the problems in the new rectory were due to the curse he had put upon me! Correcting himself, he agreed that he was not that powerful, but he had "powers" which would be passed on to my brother rather than me.
Ah! Well! I can put away the Batman underwear!