annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day13 Everyone has rushed to say why Labour lost the election so comprehensively, it's enough to make a person even crazier. I feel you, USians, yes, it is like Trump winning - shockingly against all human decency, you'd think. My view is that the reasons are complicated but:
On a personal level, today has been incredibly hard as well, as I got all muddled up about Sammie, in two ways. First, I'd always been scared of another Tory government as I don't know how far they'll go with their cost cutting and exactly how vulnerable disabled people are. There have been all sorts of terrible things happening, people have already died. They haven't yet taken away funding for people like Sam, who contribute nothing but are expensive to look after. But they might. They let Barb die in the US, and Em. All day I kept panicking about what would happen to her now, before remembering she was dead. Again and again. Then feeling relieved that she wouldn't be affected, then aghast that I'd felt something like relief that she was dead, then shame for not being concerned about the thousands of other people who live like her - the other residents of that care home for a start, lovely Wayne and mad Clare. Round and round, inside my head all day. Then, well, I've probably never mentioned Sam's step-brother and sisters, because they weren't in her life when I started this blog as her dad had split up with their mum by then. But they were her weekend family for about ten years, maybe more, and she thought of them as her other brother and sisters - we don't bother with all that step and half stuff, we're all in it together. But then her dad left their mum in a way that made the mum furious and bitter and she cut off all contact, which upset Sam a lot - none of them came to her wedding and they were never heard of again, until she died and her dad asked if they could come to the funeral. Of course, so they all did, the ex-step-mum, the twins and the little sister, all well into their forties now. They didn't come to the wake, so I didn't get a chance to really speak with them, but the boy (man) twin friended me on Facebook and it turns out he's a carpet fitter, so he's been round today fitting that free carpet into what will be my craft room. And he came in his big van so we went over the hills to M's to get the big bookcase for said craft room. And he's nice - I never knew him before, but he's a nice, gentle man and all afternoon while we've been hanging out together, me and him, I kept thinking that I couldn't wait to tell Sammie about him coming round, but she's dead isn't she, she's fucking dead and gone and I can't tell her anything. But I am still grateful for: having my craft room almost done; a walk on the beach just after the sun had gone down, in the last of the light; a date tomorrow to see my pal from Vegas again before she goes back; the mantra that I have been saying "I draw to me everything I need to live a joyful, balanced life"; a warm bed awaiting me Night night xxx PS I'd like to say that I fucking hate the elf on the shelf and all that goes with it. Just fuck off with that.
12:23 a.m. - 14.12.19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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