Can you believe this has been with me every one of the sixty eight miles there and back to see Audrey in hospital?
You will have heard of the worldwide web? This is it
personified! Alright not exactly
worldwide, Kentwide any road!
Speeding along in my Brabus Smart car it bucked and flexed, but didn’t break.
We have what I take to be a fairly typical mother, daughter relationship. Not having a mum for forty seven years I forget how it goes. My old mum, when she died was 48, no age to die. She
was loving and we had a super open caring and cuddly relationship. Audrey is highly intelligent, she went to university back in the year dot. Has the full compliment of faculties and some: running
rings around my simple brain. What we do share however is a degree, (the only one I can claim anyway!)... Masters in Battleaxemanship.
‘Just let her talk! Man said kindly as he waved me off.
And talk, she did.
One of my cotton nighties I had taken in for her was given short shrift.
‘Take it back!’
Don’t rise to the bait flashed through my mind! She sat
resplendent in red satin jim-jams, talking through mouthfuls of fish and chips. She looked thin and pale, at the same time as looking for all the world like a galleon in full sail. Capt Jack Sparrow
would have been proud to take the helm of such a magnificent craft. Tugboat Lett moored alongside the bed, melting in the heat.
A dishy doctor came in
‘Who are you?’
I, by this time had lost the power of speech.
‘Err, I am a friend of Lett’s, err, double err... Audrey!
Her smile, lit up the room as she gazed into his eyes. Pity all talk was of poo and nothing more
juicy, although on occasions... Stop... too much information.
The hands of the clock lost the power to move, as the hours dragged by, still she talked. After what to me seemed like three days I suggested she might need a snooze!?!
‘I think I will have your nightie, the nurses are complaining about me having to remove my pyjama bottoms for the twice daily enemas!’
Back out of my bag it came and
graciously she accepted it.
As I climbed into my potbelly
stove of a car, on what seemed like the hottest day of the year, I thought as I weakly drove away...
Audrey is as tough as the
cobweb on my car.