Poured mum a large one (watched Liam’s eyes pop) and said our goodbyes. Back to the Norbiton Dragon to watch Ulster beat Treviso then on to the Cardinal for Italian grub.
Mum’s parting words might shock or alarm, but objectively are what one might say aged 86 and looking down the barrel of a gun wondering when it’s going to go off.
Had a long chat with people I hadn’t spoken to for a long time. Free UK landline calls from mum’s bedside phone/tv helped. Shirley filled in some gaps in my extended family history, and Jean has been a lifelong friend of the family who paid me some compliments about the care I have shown my mother. Ego suitably massaged, my days of rubbing my hands with surgical alcohol are over for a bit.
No trains to Gatwick between 1am and 7am – taxi it is then…
odespinner 