life

Just me talking, telling stories of people i know or have known and the story of My friends death... not as depressing as it sounds!

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Location: cornwall, United Kingdom

married one son (7)

Sunday, July 17, 2005

What use is Sunday?

Been out suffering the agony of looking for shoes with wife. Quite a record she bought some in only 15 minets in one shop! Cheep too, she blotted her copybook soon after tho by going all spendy when a "tag along bike" was offered as ex-display for £75 rather than £99... been looking for one for some time but ive never been able to bring myself to spend the money. Its part of her get hubby fit secret plan.

Dropped into our mutual friends on way back, friends lad was there, with her daughter haveing a bath. Chatted to her partner about electric motors for my ancient lathe and then how he was going to replace the half shaft on his landrover.
Then went to friends to drop in for a minet. She looked terrible, so tired. As we arived her "sitter" arived that was "fearful J" , who hobbles round on a bad leg and back, but aquired her knickname due to an over arching gloom, she really is like a wet week end. She once bought something i made and loved it so i think shes ok.

We took a chair outside and made her sit looking at the harbour in the shade (the doc said not to get out in stong sun, my thinking is maybe sun would do her jaundice some good) Inside her eyes looked ok but in real sunlight they looked very yellow.

Ended up with wife takeing the lad and our son to beech for an hour. Our friend cried, she says the lad dont even want to be with her for a minet... while out the lad held tight onto my wifes hand and ask lots of questions about his mum dieing. Ending up with what if.. friend died too... then the list of prospective gardiens dieing. Hes trying to understand but i sopose he feels like maybe his mum is leaveing him sort of deliberately. When wife returned she has talk with our friend. Shes soo frightened for her lad, wife lost her dad at same age and tried to tell her that a seven year olds prospective on things isnt like ours.

While there i looked at her two Goldfish, happily swimming around, chaseing each other, looking very healthy. She nursed one back to health when it had some sort of black rot on its body, when everyone else (shamedly me as well) said, just buy another one, took months to get better. And ive never noticed goldfish looking so happy and interactive. I crossed my mind that they would out live my friend now. I had to bite down hard to stop crying then.

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