Goodbye David. Don't Forget to Write.
June 2nd 2009 01:10
Or don’t see it.
I told Mum to just stop driving him to the bottleshop.
Stop buying tobacco. Stop buying food. That should get him moving.
Of course she wouldn’t listen to me.
Things have a way of working out, she said.
How did she think it was going to work out here?
But I think she must at least have thought about what I said because now David is leaving and there’s no way he’d be doing that unless she’s said something. He’s a sloth.
The one time he did manage to get himself out of the house he went to the pub. Left a note to say he was going for a walk and disappeared for ten hours. Or maybe it was eleven - I forget.
Mum was starting to panic and was talking about calling the police. I had to get her to just calm down. Then he came back and I heard them arguing. That jogged a few memories but it was good to know that rational thought hadn’t left her completely.
I asked her what she saw in him and she said that it was too hard to explain and I would understand when I was older - something like that. More of the usual.
But it’s a mystery to me.
Yesterday Mum decided she would cook. She said she wanted to prepare a nice meal but her enthusiasm could only extend to soup. So she made potato and leek soup - my second favourite (my favourite is chicken noodle) and it was very nice. I hope she can keep this up when he’s gone.
So, it’s goodbye to David and don’t forget to send us a postcard.
And David - a suggestion before you go. Have a shower.
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