I want to be here. I'm gazing out over calm water but the clouds are building into a storm which I don't mind as I'll just move up the sand to my luxurious beach house.
Where I'll sit and play with my collection of beach rocks, sorting them into keep, maybe and yes, you're big enough to throw at ex daughter in law.
I had an hour and a half with my granddaughters yesterday, ten minutes of which I shared with Mother.
Eldest arrived at the door and first words were, "I have really bad news". Crap, 50 ghastly things went through my mind until she said that her mother was in the car. One and a half hours in 16 months and I had to share it with the Queen of Mean. I was polite. The time has sort of gone by when I would slap her sideways to next Sunday. So there were lots of questions I couldn't ask. Eldest's boyfriend looked a nice bloke, bearded but very neatly trimmed and red but was wearing a baseball cap backwards. Only when he ate so he could see his food, I guess. I noticed that the presents I had for them were stashed in the boot and not mentioned to Mummy.
So my mother was overjoyed not only to see them but her doctor was very pleased to see her up and well. He didn't think she would make it through the last crisis but of course she has. I haven't and if he wasn't my doctor as well I think I'd put a hit out on him. I am so down in the dumps but not suicidal, there are cakes I haven't tasted yet and Masterchef hasn't finished and I'm in the middle of a 'Supernatural' marathon. I just remembered half a block of chocolate in the cupboard. I'm just a misery with a side order of black. I'll feel better soon, you know my address, send cake.