a malleable spine is bad, believe me...00:10 Dec 26 2019
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Having dad unwell was tiring. I had ended up calling out the doctor to see him and, I'd not regretted my action, when after a full examination, the fellow had told us he had laryngitis.
He needed more assistance than usual and, had done so for a day or so.
But, it'd been tiring looking after him, very tiring indeed.
So whenever I got the chance to rest my knees, as I phrase it, I'd take it.
Having my responsibility chip permanently enabled was stressful.
That said, I do wish that when I eat a meal I like, the next day I suffer.
I've taken to listening to my audio's for much of the day after I've eaten the day before, thankful that the bathroom is right next door to my bedroom.
My Dad gave me £25 to get what I wanted for my birthday, which as it turns out, had been a few Jago & Litefoot audio's, on sale as it had transpired.
I'd an excellent story, 'Man of Legend', to listen to through my birthday and, a visit from my Aunty Marian.
I'd phoned her the day before, as it had been the first year in sixty I'd not had a card from her. She was alive and, that had meant a lot to me indeed, as I'd not had that Birthday card.
Then, come my Birthday, as I had listened to my new audio story in bed, my Aunty Marion had called, with cake.
All-in-all, it had been good to see her, someone who would be nice to me, on my birthday.
As it happened, on my way to the shops, I'd called into the merebrook for a whiskey. In there I'd got talking, as I've a wont to do. The fallow I'd got talking to had the same name as me and spelled the same way.
When I'd mentioned it was my birthday he'd offered to buy me adrink.
"I'll be back," I'd said, without the accent.
So it was, I'd called back there after my shopping for Dad, who needed milk, while I had wanted garlic powder for my soup later.
"I have to go to pick my daughter up soon," the fellow had told me, once I got to the bar.
He'd ordered two double Arbelour, which we'd clinked together, before I'd downed mine and thanked him, prior to going my own way home.
Talking of treats, my new purple birthday present with 'S.O.P.H.I.E.' on it holds way more whiskey in it than I thought it would, which pleases me indeed.
And as I wrote of that, I've been acquiring quite a few audio's of late. Then just after my birthday I found out, the last of the four audio's i've been waiting for were available and, I could afford them: with a little money left spare.
And, sometimes... just sometimes, my frustration with Dad's memory, or lack thereof, can bring a smile to my face. It'd been a Sunday and, I'd been warm beneath my duvet. I'd successfully ignored the stupid phone-caller at eight.
But, banging on the pipes resounding throughout, an drew my attention to what was occurring: Dad was doing the housework. And, it was Sunday...
Although I'd not wanted to I'd risen, put on my robe and padded through to the kitchen to inform Dad of the bad news: he was doing the housework a day early.
He'd taken it with good grace, smiled then said to me, “Well, I've got time for a cup of tea, are you putting the kettle on?”
I'd made my coffee and, he'd got his tea.
Then there'd been Azda, [he writes, ignoring the malleable spine. I'd gone shopping at Azda, the source of Dad's oat biscuits and garibaldi's. [And, I'll swear, I cannot find Garibaldi biscuits at any other store in the locale].
I'd been lurking by the health section, or so it must have seemed to the short blonde and child I'd run into again. And, as her daughter need are akin to some of mine, we'd got talking.
We'd talked awhile, the mother, the daughter and me, talking of the little I've gleamed, since becoming ill. Then as I'd made to go, the little-un, Gayle, or Gaynor, had hold of the side of my trolley grinning. And, she wouldn't let go.
Finally her mother encouraged her away and we parted, exchanging names and, she had told me; “I'm Emma.”
She had given me my first Seasons Greetings, of this year...
The memory of the smiling twosome had almost got me over two days of quite excruciating pain, when my spine shifted. I guess one takes the bad with the good, I guess. And, a malleable spine is bad, believe me.
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hannahrose
09:43 Jan 12 2020
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU MY MOST PRECIOUS BROTHER, MAY YOU LIVE LONG AND I PRAY BOTH YOU AND YOUR FATHERS HEALTH ISSUES CAN AND WILL IMPROVE. LOVE YOU BOTH BUNCHES.