annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stuff I went to a crime writers' festival today in my home town which was mostly really interesting but was also so knackering - how do kids do lessons all day? It was organised by William, the bloke who ran the pop-up bookshop I volunteered in a couple of years ago, a very amiable, modest sort of chap. He interviewed Richard O, that big bloke who's having great success at the moment - just before that started about 100 more people squeezed into the hall - very exciting to have a big star on that stage - the same stage where Sammie sang 'There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,' back in 1983 in a summer show when she was just a tiny wee thing. And yesterday was ten years since we did the sponsored walk in the lashing rain to raise money for a wheelchair accessible van for her, which made me feel sad. The day before had been the 9th anniversary of when we were asked to choose whether or not to give her a feeding tube when she could no longer swallow or just let her die. They were such a bunch of cunts at that place. Thank god we got her out to somewhere where she was loved. But it's a tricky time, or maybe it always is. There needs to be a name for bereaved parents, like widow/widower for if your spouse has died. Maybe it's always tricky for us, there's always something. One of the other grief swimmers took me for a spa session at her gym yesterday which was great - swim in an outdoor pool, jacuzzi, cold shower, sauna, cold shower, steam room, cold shower, round and round until we were so chilled we hardly knew ourselves. 11:49 p.m. - 14.10.23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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