I am so tired, I can hardly keep my eyes open. They feel
like someone has stuck their thumbs in them. I really should go to bed, as have
to get up in the morning, as I am seeing my friend. Hub phoned some hours ago,
he is on his long flight home, arrives
just after six in the morning then streight off to work in the capital, until
five then the train journey home. This week he has been away, has been far too
long. How long can a week last? It’s not a fair or right life, when one feels
the need to wish it away, but that is what I seem to do all of my life, wish
it away, because I wait constantly for
my Husband to return home. He is home a short while, not enough time for us to
be allowed to relax and get back into a comfortable pattern, then off again.
He lives out of a suitcase
.
I went out before to our garage where unfortunately we have
to keep our freezer and drier. I removed the sheets which were on the bed in
which Bunches slept in and carried them to the front door. Our kitchen is too
small to accommodate too much.
But the warmth from the newly heated clothes, against me
felt so different from the cool air throwing itself from the heavens.
There was a breaze, but, it was warm, an yet it was really
cold out there? How can this be?
I felt rain drops on me today too and you know, I am sure
rain is not rain how it used to be? Has anyone
else noticed how warm and large the raindrops are?
Teen back at school
tomorrow, after such a long Easter break. He has exams this week and he intends
seeing Bunches at some stage.
Tomorrow I shall tell you a true story that happened to me
of late, but I won’t say when or names. I cannot believe it happened to me?
I am sure I attract very odd people?
Talking of odd people, I spoke to my x Husband today. I have
been calling him making sure he is OK over his Mothers Funeral and the loss of
her. He sounds really flat but no way teen will speek with him, even though he
knows about his father’s Mother/his Grandmother?
Not that she has or was ever a Grandparent to teen?
Having said that, his father wasn’t really ever a Father to
teen either?
Sleep time now with love. X
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