Telegraph Road, intermezzo

Forget Bhutan (the country) for a second; the real challenge today lies in calling my Alma Mater. It´s been more than a year since I graduated and I still haven´t bought the sheepskin home (readers with sharp eyes will probably notice I intentionally missed an “r” somewhere in that sentence).

Mater = Mother, then I guess mine was an alcoholic, abusive mom on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
But then again, I was probably her Rosemary´s baby anyway…