annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Midnight dash to Deptford Fucking hell. Up in London, with YD, taking her to psych tomorrow, big crisis. Poor baby. I think it's that time when you've had the shock and raw grief of someone dying, then a ghastly interlude of pain until there's the funeral which gives something strengthening, the gathering together to share the loss and love. But then life just carries on, back to normal, BUT THEY'RE STILL DEAD. Awful, awful. And poor daughter was close to the edge already - she's been hanging on for a recovery programme for over a year now. Cuts to the NHS - obviously we need the Olympics and a big fuck off Jubilee celebration and now this fucking Shard much more than we need health care. after all, look at how well America does without it. Grateful for: a safe journey up here late a night; a car I trust; my own bedroom her which I'm growing to like - the bed right next to the window, covered with my old silk curtains, hiding the view of the bars on the windows at just above ground level outside. There's lots of traffic and sirens and drunken chat but I'm very safe in here. Miss the moany cat. Sweet dreams xx 1:12 a.m. - 06.07.12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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