Lately I find myself thinking a lot about the fact that my mother will die soon. I admit I have been thinking this for a while, especially as she has spent every minute for as long as I have known her, convinced that she is on the way out. Imminently. So why bother. Continue reading Kicking The Bucket
My mother checked out some time ago. Continue reading How Did You Cope With That?
I’d driven 45 minutes to get to my mother’s house. The rest of the weekend had been spent largely in bed. Continue reading ‘How Was Florence?’
When my husband walked out on us he left a note on the doormat to announce his departure. Amongst other things, he said in the note that the children and I could keep the house and he would ensure that our standard of living would not be affected. Continue reading A Roof Over My Head
Searching for something else I found this very old (two and a half years ago) email written to myself (why?). Subject: ffs.
Easy to forget how things were, the forgotten details, you get brought up short. Continue reading Oh FFS
The thought of sharing a bed now is absolutely abhorrent. Continue reading Sleep Eludes Me
Not made much progress as a careershifter in the last few days.
My bollockheaded former husband has not paid the pitiful amount of maintenance he is obliged to make under the terms of our Consent Order while we still have children of school age. Continue reading Distractions