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routemaster159

So

Sep 04, 2007 14:31

When I started this blog I thought I would wait to post something interesting or give the world the benefit of my dazzling intellect on some matter of the day. I realise that no-one is actually paying any attention out there but frankly that's their loss. If I'm being ignored I'd rather it's something with a bit of weight; this means that I'm too ( Read more... )

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nonesuchhouse September 30 2007, 07:36:21 UTC

I miss my dad just about everyday ( ... )

routemaster159 October 7 2007, 20:25:50 UTC

I'm sorry to hear about the squabbling medics. We didn't have anything like that, fortunately.
I always think of your parents calmly dealing with crowds of people turning up in their kitchen at all hours, benignly looking on and making coffee.

moz_attics October 3 2007, 01:32:08 UTC

There's no helpful advice. There are, sadly, no antidotes ( ... )

routemaster159 October 7 2007, 20:59:22 UTC

When I was fourteen and, as a war-gamer, thought that war was a heroic thing, I asked my father, who had been a fighter-pilot in the dying stages of WWII in Europe, if he had ever shot anyone down. He blanched and just said "Yes". I knew him well enough just to shut up. Regardless of the frustrations that he casuses at the moment, I'm always grateful for that.

meltroid October 4 2007, 23:08:33 UTC

Only just seen this (thanks to A), it didn't show up in my feed for some reason.

Obviously you have my deepest sympathies and best wishes. If there's anything I can do to help, if you just need to pick up the phone and dump on someone, please call me.

Thanks. routemaster159 October 7 2007, 20:21:50 UTC

I've been trying to compose something that says 'Thanks' without sounding glib but I'm not a good enough writer to do that. But thank-you anyway.
People say 'Ask if there`s anything I can do to help' but as a wise man remarked to me recently, sometimes there's an urge to ask if they perform resurrections.
Mostly I'm ok, though. The oddest thing is seeing someone who looks like mum and having to get close and make sure that they're someone else, even if they're somewhere where mum would never be, but there's a bit of me that's convinced that there's been a horrible mistake, a ghastly joke or some strange witness protection programme and that my mother is living under an assumed name in Claphm.