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Bank Holiday Monday [May. 5th, 2014|10:21 am]
Tony Grist
I dreamed I was researching a gang of French punks who'd adopted English as their argot because it's so much punkier than French.

The A21 is particularly noisy this morning. It's a bank holiday and everyone is rushing to the sea. My mother's carer, Kirstie, says her husband is going to Hastings in a cloud of bikers. He passed him on her way here, parked up in a lay-by with 30 of his mates; she recognised him by his helmet.

As Kirstie is leaving my mother leans forward and asks, "And who was that?" She doesn't recognise any of her carers, not even Ana who's the one who stays with her when we go back to Oldham.

From: cmcmck
2014-05-05 06:44 pm (UTC)
Does you mum still recognise Ailz if she's not with you? I ask because himself's old aunt May got to that stage- she forgot who I was unless I was with himself and that was heartbreaking. :o(
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2014-05-05 07:30 pm (UTC)
No that hasn't happened yet.There's a core of people she recognizes. Mostly family.
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