A week before Christmas and my house feels cold. It snowed this morning as I was in for my shower. After my shower I decided to stay in bed. I wanted to use my time to write. I wanted to write my thoughts since I woke up at 6.00am. My mind has been whirring over the last months and I feel somehow that it’s time. See Pictures and Words: a Father ‘s Lament
The sun is out now and it looks to be a beautiful day. Val has promised to put up the Christmas tree. Normally I have it done by now. Strange year.
I promised to buy my son a car. My budget for this has never been good but as first cars go the insurance for new drivers is ridiculously expensive several times the price of a car.
Today my carer, Debbie, has bought us a pork joint to roast for our Sunday dinner. The 3 of us (Val, Debbie and myself) will settle down to eat at about 3pm an then a movie. Right now Val is in the kitchen finishing off some hampers for friends. This year we have home-made Raspberry jam, Piccalilli and Barmback a satsuma and scattered nuts make up the space.
I promised to buy my son a car. My budget for this has never been good but as first cars go the insurance for new drivers is ridiculously expensive several times the price of a car.
Today my carer, Debbie, has bought us a pork joint to roast for our Sunday dinner. The 3 of us (Val, Debbie and myself) will settle down to eat at about 3pm an then a movie. Right now Val is in the kitchen finishing off some hampers for friends. This year we have home-made Raspberry jam, Piccalilli and Barmback a satsuma and scattered nuts make up the space.
