1999: Up with the alarm, then it was rush, rush, rush and out of the door to Aunty Eesa’s. I tried to help mum with the zip on her dress but caught her skin in it and gave up with “I can’t do it mummy”. We arrived at Eesa’s for nine and she sped out of the door (but I didn’t do anything – honest) leaving mother in charge of all three of us. Ooh, help. Actually it didn’t turn out too badly; we played in the garden, made our own band, marched around the table banging spoons together and ate apples and bananas. The best bit was when mummy was made to join in. When aunty Eesa got home we all went swimming and she took us all down the big flume slide, one at a time (mums too scaredy). Happy meals and Ice creams and Donals afterwards (which made a lovely sticky mess). We returned to Aunty Eesa’s, where once again mummy was left in charge. We had cheese on toast for tea and then were all thrown in the bath; mum and I left (with the house still standing) when Uncle Tony arrived home.
2019: Must be picking up a bit today as ventured back onto social media. Two post caught my eye:
- I woke up knackered about 5 years ago and I have never fully recovered since (Anon)
- When your head hits the pillow tonight, remind yourself that you are alright. You are doing a good job. Be patient with yourself, and remember that big things are achieved not all at once, but one day at a time (@JarrettFrizzell)-Facebook
Amen to that.
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