Most important physical relate to that initial intimate connection made. And, it is of that which I endeavour to convey, as I scrawl of my Moments Of Now.
I left the house thinking I was going to work and then returned, knowing that I wasn’t.
They’ve decided not to extend my contact anymore… and what a day to find out.
Then again, when you’re little Mother’s unwell, when’s a good day?
Sometimes I’m ever so glad of distraction. In fact, I’ve even of late I’ve even watched Big Brother. The last couple of weeks have been somewhat fraught, to say the least.
I went to my friends, the other night. The first time since last, when I’d been more than a tad fast and drank more than a little beer and was, well, a tad fast.
And, I’ve just been trying to explain to my Father where Great Charlotte Street is, so that he and Mum can get the 86 bus to the Women’s Hospital. But, quel surprise, I’m getting ahead of myself.
And its my Mother I’m talking of, and no matter that she’s saying ‘don’t worry’ and its her that will be worrying; I’ve been driven nutso: trying to explain where Great Charlotte Street is to my Dad; which is where I came in, I know.
To explain: my little Mother Joan Kendrick hasn’t been too well of late and I haven’t dealt with it too well
And during a lull in the conversation, John had said to me. “I think I’ve got a black hole in my bedroom, the way I keep losing things. And, I figure, one day I’ll end up in the kitchen, or something like that.”
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