Blogging from Bridport - Day 5
The cast:
Me
The Undertaker (husband)
Nearly 90 (mother)
On the ground in France (son)
Office darling (daughter)
I don’t think I shall ever forget this past weekend, for all the
wrong reasons.
I had just rediscovered an old love of mine too, rekindled a
previously forgotten passion. I didn’t find the cause of my frequent absences
from home through Facebook either. No, this new all-consuming diversion was
right here on my doorstep. How had we avoided each other all this time? I could
have wept. How come we hadn’t connected sooner? But now, as quickly as it
started it stopped. This new affair was just barely a few weeks old so itt was
with a heavy heart that I packed away my new swimming costume. I had new goggles
too dammit. This would have been long term I think because I had already become
addicted. This morning I found my wetsuit. Maybe I shall be reunited in the sea
sooner than anticipated. Hallelujah. Cause for joy.
‘The undertaker’ is back at work. Normally he would be returning
home with tales of a ‘good send-off’, details of how many people attended, whether
a eulogy was particularly interesting, but no more. The changes are so rapid
its unnerving.
I took a firm line with myself. Just because we’re all topsy
turvy and at sea keeping up standards is a morale booster. I have a preloved
clothes business with items like beachwear, linen
sun dresses and elegant ball gowns non of which are in demand right now. A pair of gold strappy sandals won't date. So, I’m hardly
short of a variety of outfits in which to parade around the house and garden. I
have now started taking my tea in a bone china cup and saucer too. Life is
short. Wear the high heels, bring out the cut glass decanters!
‘Office darling’ is stressed. Gagging order in place with
reference to workplace, refer to day 1. Not on in my opinion. Once your baby
always your baby but latest news is looking positive. I take her a huge bunch of daffodils. We stand at a distance. I want to hug her but I can't.
I have withdrawn from commenting on social networking sites
and as far as possible avoiding looking at them. They are not good for ones well being;
they incite fury and exasperation as we witness the present goings on.
Why push yourself into an early grave unnecessarily?
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