2006-10-30
A few days silence from me again I’m afraid – this time it was half term holidays in England – which meant a few days of torture with the in-laws and Lynne’s brothers and sisters and their children. Two, in particular, are so far gone into being obnoxious that they might well qualify for one of those TV programmes you see where they take the family away and observe them before explaining to the parents what it is about their own behaviour that has caused them to have little shits for offspring. In this case the kids in question are 12 and 9, going on 4 and 2, and it is quite obvious that they’ve got that way by having a weak and ineffectual father coupled with a completely over-bearing and critical mother, who makes ludicrous threats that they know she will never carry out, and who also has an obsession about them playing the violin (she does and has even made her own!) which neither shows the remotest interest in doing but they’re forced to do an hour practise every day. Imagine being couped up with them either screeching with their own voices or with their instruments and you’ll get a picture of how enjoyable my short holiday was. This time I overheard the mother telling the older child ‘Nobody likes you, you’ve got no friends at school and nobody wants you here.’ Which while factually true is actually bordering (probably not even bordering) on child-abuse coming from his mother.I came back to a few more ‘discussions’ with Jo, which I’ll not bore you with. She had indeed fallen asleep that afternoon, having taken some form of anti-allergy drug they gave her to help ward off the effects of the plasma transfusion. She’s back in to have the second dose his morning – she put it off from last Thursday, just couldn’t face it again so soon.
We had a better day on Friday, working well together, enjoying each other’s company. And then I found after a space of several weeks unused, a message in our secret email account. I’d left messages for her there, concerned about her health and other things… She was alone for the evening, so I had hoped that she might send something. The punctuation suggests one-handed with a baby on her knee.
“amazing how finding a few caring words from you is still exciting
you looked like my you today..hope that person is still there somewhere :-)
love you...so much...still...even though i dont say it very often xxx”