Anchors and Chains...
Today has been horrible. I was north ready to see Dad when Jo's text arrived. We always text each other when we're apart. First thing.
Today I was so sleepy I didn't read it straight away. So when I did read it.... What bomb?
I was watching Better Call Saul the night before....missed news...
The news didn't sink in... I had to see my Dad in hospital before I set of back for London. They had told my mum that they didn't know if he was understanding words....
Bollocks...I know my Dad as he reacted to my news...about the bomb...about mum wanting to pee gravel the side of the house....that's what the doc must have told him....
I know he's in there still....Love him.
Then the radio on the motorway... more news about the bomb in Manchester. I cried down the M1.
When I got in I had a phrase in my head... Anchors and Chains.... I don't know where it came from...I think it started off .... well
Big Cuddle All ..... pauliepaul xxx
Booze & Stuff..
Well I seem to have slipped back into my old pattern. Not as bad but bad enough for me to do a dry June. 🥃😡