Family Mediation

Their dad was never verbally articulate at the best of times. Not because he was stupid, but because open conversation was impolite and somewhat vulgar in Morningside when he grew up. Instead he thinks bad thoughts and communicates these through a moue that can be sensed over the phone. He hates above all airing dirty laundry in public, even (now) in private to the Californian mother of his children, who makes him intensely uncomfortable with sincere questions, like 'what is the real problem?', or 'can you give me an example?', which strike him quite mute. That's why he asked for Family Mediation, for a mummy to hold his hand while he imputes without evidence; but apparently he is less than impressed with our counsellor. I gather she didn't instantly endorse his infantalisation of our splendid kiddos, or agree with his sense of incipient danger from their mother. After all, their mother only gestated them (badly, smoking all the time), and their lack of delinquency and wide-ranging aptitudes are solely due to his good influence. It's a miracle the kiddos aren't yet obviously damaged.