There is a long mirror in the hall way. I pass it on my way to the front door. Every time I do a strange woman looks out at me. An old woman, lines on her face, overweight, tired looking. Cann't understand it. The mirror came from my mother's house. Not her but there are some simularities. The small figure the curves, something about the eyes.I don't believe in ghosts. Mother died 6 years ago.
Perhaps its a parallel universe someone who looks the way I would look if I were old. A scary thought. Trinny and Susannah were horrified when they imagined themselves as old women. Me ! I'm in my prime, I know what day it is, Sunday. who the Prime Minister is Gordon Brown. [Ah the Credit Crunch ] I'm on line with the message. I read my e-mails, mostly from Amazon and Tom, Dick and Harry wanting to sell me cheap prescription drugs. What do they know ? I get my prescriptions free. I can talk the talk, walk the walk, as long as its not uphill.
So much to do. 2 Grown up sons neither fully independent. The empty nest, chance would be a fine thing. I'm still waiting for my work to be broadcast on radio 4. Its all been such a rush, what was I doing as the years sped by. But best get on must catch the bus into town, multi-tasking don't ya know.