Sunday. her birthday.

Dashing out to shops. This morning i found that the night scented stocks had, well wernt lookign good, so we needed some plants. We went to the further garden center, Our friend had worked at the nearer one, she was constantly exhausted and in pain there and the management were arseholes. So we traveld a long way to get a primrose and a violet plant. I rememeber her working in the indonesian wooden thing shop. I chatted to her and she was in dispare, feeling hopeless. so i went and go ther a bunch of violets, she cried then, went into the back of the shop and put then in the little sink there. Alongside another bunch, someone else had given her, lol.

On the way back we all went blackberry picking. our son really enjoyed it and so did we. Ive just eaten blackberry crumble and custard. The wife rememberd a time when we were so poor, we collected blackberrys, nuts and apples from the hedgerow, to eat better. My mum used to take us blackberrying and freeze dozens of pies that we eat for months after.

3.30 at the cemetry gates, Gaylord arived first, the Fearfull in a taxi. gaylord sugested going in and sitting ont a bench so we did. Others arived, some i didnt know, one i didnt know but knew me. We chatted till Mutual friend and co drove up, chatted some more. As we walked to grave side, we say Godbotherer standing at the grave side. She had borrowed a trowel from her batty old lady neighbour, who was paranoid about getting it back. Shes had a handfull of daisy plants. We stood about talking. Till someone started to plant things, her grave looked bare and barren. fearfull had a wrieth she had made, out of pumpkin vine with a flower. She said our friend had marveled at the size of pumpkin flowers on her alotment (she was never very planty)... we laid the wreiths and planted the plants. Chatted. gaylord anounced that tea and cakes were at his home. We all dispersed, Bu tbefore that one lady had a Happy Birthday helium balloon, she handed the ribbon to the lad and whisperd that he coudl let it go, so it went up to mummy. He let it go and we watched it fly, i was the last to loose it in the grey sky. It was a very tinny speck then, i hope she got it. Round gaylords we sat, drank tea eat biscuits. The kids played from room to room makeing a riot. gaylord is off on 14th, going to Barcalona with his gay mate in an old Bently r type.

the lad had abit of a crisis when we were due to leave. He said he wanted a toy from our mutual friends hous ebefore he coudl visit us, then he wanted to go and sleep at his house. What he really wanted was to be normal again, in his house with his mum, all that is now lost, who can blame the poor lad.... hes here now snuggled on the setee. hes seems subdued.