When the Past Dumps on You
I got a weird call from the Birmingham University physics department welfare officer. He's retiring and wanted to know how I was getting on. That was a blast from the past, considering everything that's going on. I didn't really know how to handle it and had one of those awkward "I'm really sane now" conversations, where I don't think I convinced anyone, just by having it. Still, he phoned me the day after the funeral and I was still sleepy. I think, with people like that, you start reacting like you did back then and only slowly do you start to realise you're not even the same person.
He left me his number and seemed most keen for me to get in touch to talk to him further. I guess I would like to understand my time in Birmingham a bit better and talking to him more would be good, but I also really never felt comfortable talking to him in the first place and I found his insistence a bit weird.
He left me his number and seemed most keen for me to get in touch to talk to him further. I guess I would like to understand my time in Birmingham a bit better and talking to him more would be good, but I also really never felt comfortable talking to him in the first place and I found his insistence a bit weird.