annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Making like a mother hen Well, the bad babies are all tucked up in bed, asleep. Sara, Sammie and Tony anyway (two daughters and grandson, so not technically babies, as such). Renny (son) and GF Maria came round as well and we all made different parts of dinner, except Sammie cos she's having a pampering weekend. I made a big pot of Spanish meatballs, Sara made pasta and a tomato sauce (for her and Ren who are veggie), and Ren and Maria went down the chippie for chips (fries). Tony helped with the salad and cut up strawberries for pud. We all sat round the big table in here (which Tony calls the dining hall) and stuffed our faces; we're all good eaters, especially Maria who fits in with us a treat. Such a sense of peace, just pootling along together. It's great having Sammie here - she hasn't stayed since she got together with Gavin as he finds the rest of us a bit of a strain. He's a prissy fucker really, who mainly goes in for disapproving of things. He doesn't like women who swear, especially old women (poor darling); doesn't think I dress appropriately for my age; doesn't like smoking; abhors drug-taking; blah blah yawn yawn. He's got one of those faces that expresses what he's thinking, which is a bit unfortunate in the circumstances. I've been keeping a positive attitude to him - he's steady, a hard worker, firm but fair and kind with Tony (not his son), but now Sammie has started expressing doubts about their long-term future, I can't be arsed to pretend, at least not here. I told her she needn't think she has no options - she can come and live with us any time, that's the joy of rented. If she wants we can leave here and get a bigger place while she finds her feet or for longer term or whatever. I know she doesn't feel able to live on her own (or just with Tony) as the MS is so fucking unpredictable, but she doesn't have to live with a miserable git who saps all the joy out of her. She didn't take offence at the suggestion, so who knows. I can put up with all the disapproval if I think he's what my girl wants, but when he's emphasising all she can't do, all the risks, all the negativity, all the time, then the sooner she leaves him the better, I think. But I don't say - I made the offer and now I'll keep my gob shut. It was lovely to watch her expand as the day went on and the anxiety eased from her face. We tottered into town, wandering in and out of funny little shops, drinking milk-shakes as we walked, which cheered her up for a start. She bought a white fake-fur jacket in the Oxfam shop, a truly revolutionary act apparently (tarty and second-hand), and wore it at once. Then she was off, getting her hair cut and generally carrying on like a woman who can make her own choices. Excellent. Today I am grateful for Sweet dreams xx 11:16 p.m. - 05/04/2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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