Monday Thoughts

As mum perused the paperbacks she asked God to remove the pain from her right arm.
Her arm resembling a yellow submarine.
It's the cancers.
He obliged. For a while.

I wheeled her around Rochford looking in four charity shops and Gregg's the bakers.
We had such fun.
With the summer wind freaking our hair out we looked like we'd been on dates with men in haystacks.
We spent insanely.

For her:
Twenty books.
Four handbags.
Five blouses.
Six crusty rolls.
Three pieces of bread pudding.
Two sausage rolls.
Two custard tarts.
One strawberry flan.

For me:
One blue skirt.
One blue dress.
One absolutely DIVINE tan leather bag.
A pink sweater.
A novel. The Secret Life of Bees.
A Survival Handbook. The Worst Case Scenario.
A wall mountable bookcase.
A grater.

I flit about mum like a spirited butterfly talking constantly because in the silences I'm more 'aware'.
Anyway...
We came home and watched a great little British film called Town of Trial starring Johnny Mills. We ate rolls and cakes and there were crumbs all over the bed.