Mum has been even quieter than usual.
And I've felt dreadful.
And when she threw her ice lolly to the hot grey pavement I felt like ripping my heart out. I mean I hated everyone.
I hated the lumps of Essex flesh who rolled by two and three abreast, over-tanned and under dressed.......... alive and swaggering..................And all in black. Sophisticated? No, just lacking in imagination.
Why is it that when mum clams up, I find my tongue?
Tuesday is Hospital day........ so............... hoping we'll not be kept waiting huddled in packed waiting rooms. After the treatment we'll pop to the market place for fruit then to McDonalds for meat, then to charity shop for pleasures.
I have a feeling I'm going to called soon so I'd better brush my hair.
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