Rummaging around in this idea of Gender Studies with my mother

Cornwall, my mother’s house – and I’ve just woken up. I need to arise gently this morning; I’ve just returned from a whistle–stop visit to my brother and his family in Geneva and would like to find my bearings quietly on the sofa for a while. 

I wander into the sitting room to find my mother on the sofa, looking crossly at her iPad.

“What time is it?” I ask.