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I liked it a bit better when leaking pipes were our only problem. After an incredible month in Italy, things have been a bit shite in the everything-but-my-marriage sense. The pipe at the shop, Paisley's long-term bloke left her and she's a straight up crazy hot mess, and then two days ago Rabbles didn't show up at the shop. I went round to his and he was getting ready to book it home cause his mum, who I know from the 18 total words I've gotten him to say on the topic has been in a bad way for awhile, took a turn for the worse. Like, I hate to leave Diva especially ESPECIALLY when things are so fucking perfect at home and we're doing Christmas and all that jazz, but I couldn't let my bro face it all solo style.
So we bounced up to Inverness on Monday and his mum passed early this morning. I don't know what I'm supposed to do or say to this kind of shite to be honest. And I know poco su terra, molto in cielo and all that, and may the Lord keep his mum, and bless Rab, but it is fucking gutting to see him so off. Nearly silent all of today, cause a happy Rab is rarely a chatty Rab. You can imagine the amount of conversation carrying I do when he's upset and right now it's driving me spare. I almost want to wake him up to make sure he's still breathing, but I'm doing a damn bang up job of trying to be normal.
So we bounced up to Inverness on Monday and his mum passed early this morning. I don't know what I'm supposed to do or say to this kind of shite to be honest. And I know poco su terra, molto in cielo and all that, and may the Lord keep his mum, and bless Rab, but it is fucking gutting to see him so off. Nearly silent all of today, cause a happy Rab is rarely a chatty Rab. You can imagine the amount of conversation carrying I do when he's upset and right now it's driving me spare. I almost want to wake him up to make sure he's still breathing, but I'm doing a damn bang up job of trying to be normal.