Wednesday 18 January 2017

Forty shades of black

I awoke very late yesterday feeiing awful and convinced I was dying so stayed in bed till mid afternoon. 
LYnne seemed surprising distant and totally cold towards me,her only contact was to remind me of a later cinema date with Derek and Maureen,a new recipe she was trying which she seemed excited about, and admonishing me for using a spare piece of paper destined for her card making which she quickly put through the shredder, totally ignoring my note on it written in felt tip pen.
It was a blow to my self esteem realising I was now third in her list of affection behind cooking and card making. The note merely stated "l told them I was ill",my favourite Spike Miiligan quotation from his coffin .

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