||[Dec. 31st, 2018|09:16 am]
I thought my cold had gone away when all it had done was vacate one section of the upper respiratory tract in order to annoy another. I had a few bouts of concentrated coughing over night, but slept in between.|
Ailz's mother is in hospital following a fall and now seems to be in much the same mental state as my mother- only not cheerful about it. Ailz's brother has been doing the heavy lifting since we moved down here- and the situation has been a steady source of low-level drama. The drama has a long prehistory and I think I know some of the reasons for it but I'm sure I don't know them all. It is now, perhaps, playing out towards an end game. As much as possible, so far as this blog is concerned, I mean to keep it off stage- but circumstances will probably require me to mention it now and then.
"Is it really as long ago as August that John McCain died?" asks Ailz. She's scrolling through a list of "famous" people who died in 2018. I look over her shoulder and mostly see faces I don't recognise. Footballers, comedians, sports commentators....
It looks as though the last day of 2018 is going to be experienced in West Kent as chilly and overcast.