Upon pressing 'send' with quivering finger and re-writing one's future with an email of resignation, a thorough hoovering of the stairs and landing on hands and knees, with special cordless attachment, was required. The dirt had been visible for some time, but the domestic goddess, with other fish to fry, had let the dust bunnies … Continue reading Resigned
cathystrings
And when you say that you love me
And when you say that you love me, do you mean for just this second? For this microscopic moment in time? Does it last for only as long as it takes to say those three words? Perhaps you love me at this minute, on this second Tuesday of the month - but come next Friday … Continue reading And when you say that you love me
Sebastian
It was the opinion of their father that four sisters should not travel together in one car, or any other road using vehicle, just in case it was wiped out in a road traffic accident or struck by lightning. (The Royal family follow a similar mantra…) Three sisters or less in a road vehicle was … Continue reading Sebastian
Tuesday afternoons
Tuesday May 3rd "Do you remember Mr. Benn from the telly?" She smiles and nods her head. She is wondering what on earth I'm going to come out with this time. "He was served by the same shop keeper in every episode. Mr. Benn would go into the changing room and out through another door … Continue reading Tuesday afternoons
Porn dye
After dad was diagnosed with leukaemia he stayed in hospital for five weeks before being allowed home for a twelve day mini break. Intensive chemotherapy, tests galore, lots and lots of drugs, horrible side effects. At the same time, mum was still very poorly recovering at home from her nephrectomy, (have added this to my … Continue reading Porn dye
That’s not my dad
My dad is about to be another birthday older. In birthday card terms he is in the 'age cards' section. There has been cause, in the past eighteen months, to not look as far ahead as this big birthday. At times, wafting from hour to hour has been as far as our family could move, … Continue reading That’s not my dad
Ridiculous
Her eldest son says that he doesn’t feel great. He doesn’t look great either. She doesn’t feel great. She certainly doesn’t look great. His is a mostly physical affliction, with a bit of spellings and times table trauma thrown in. Hers is mostly mental, with a tinge of over-emotional induced headache sprinkled about. The two … Continue reading Ridiculous
