letter to son part x-1
Dear Son
Please stop eating sand.
That is all.
love,
Mummy xxxxx
Please stop eating sand.
That is all.
love,
Mummy xxxxx
world cup day
dear mr nobody, it's been some time, though not for want of trying - had a failed attempt or two from my mobile but my words get getting lost, which was fairly disconcerting as well as highly annoying. had a sad few weeks, grandma has been in hospital after another bad fall, her brain tumour it seems is taking over. so ive been taking m to see her lots and lots, because he makes her smile, and also of course because im cramming in all those visits that i meant to make and didnt over the years. i dont suppose im the only person in the world to do this but though je ne regret rien (generally) je definitely regret not getting my lazy/tired/drug-addled ass off to see her while she still had all of her faculties. it's so so sad, my bubbly full of life and sometimes over-communicative grandma lying in bed barely able to control her own bodily functions, unable to enjoy the food that she has always grown in the back garden and forgetful of the words that she always valued so highl...
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