annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Running on Empty My boy's downstairs, watching Match of the Day. He's staying the night. Nice. A great sense of calm has descended upon me. His GF came round for dinner as well, but now she's gone off out with her mates, which he didn't fancy at all. He's getting better at watching X Factor, having arrived at some kind of acceptance that I AM both an intelligent woman and a consumer of trashy popular culture, which is a bit more restful than having him point out every instance of audience manipulation, like I hadn't noticed. It was divas week - not my cup of tea really and most of them were pretty shite. Making people sing Aretha should count as some kind of abuse, surely - who can remotely bear the comparison? Not teenage amateurs. I think American Idol must be starting soon - I seem to remember the two programmes overlapping a bit. Ma's in hospital, possibly/probably just to fully recover from the swine flu. Sis is not very coherent on the subject - last week she was saying Ma was milking it and bro was saying no, she's ill; now sis claims to have always said she's ill and that bro has always believed her symptoms are due to psychological problems. I'm keeping to the sidelines of this one, but trying to just ooze kindness at my sister, who comes over like a hard-faced bitch a lot of the time, but still... Dunno, can't quite articulate it, even to myself. I will visit Ma in hospital, I expect, but I'm choosing not to today, or tomorrow. I do feel relieved that she's being properly looked after and assessed but the whole situation has me on the brink of hysteria, which is no good to anyone. So tomorrow I am meeting sis in town to go birthday shopping with her - next Sunday is Ma's and the twins' birthday, always a joyful occasion, with no jostling for centre stage, full of love and goodwill. I'm not a great fan of shopping, but want to spend time with sis and will be getting presents for them all anyway, so fuck it. We used to be best mates, but the only way for that to work with her is to see her very frequently - she's quite easy with the day to day chat, so perhaps we can fall back into that. |10:54 p.m. - 17/10/2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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