|More Of The Same
||[Nov. 25th, 2010|12:14 pm]
We have the plasterer in. He's a tall, rangy white man with a ponytail- in his 50s I'd guess- who talks to himself. He's sufficiently weird for me to not want to go out shopping and leave Ailz alone in the house with him.|
Ailz's father- who was dying in hospital a couple of nights ago- is back home and planning to drive to Sainsburys this afternoon. Ailz's mother has been on the phone this morning being dithery and pathetic and trying to shame Ailz into rising from her sickbed and going round to sort out their lives for them. She has been tested for altzheimers and she doesn't have it- so the ditheriness and inability to listen and take things in must have other causes.
Ailz's father once told her- long, long ago- that a woman's first responsibility is always to her parents- even if she has a family/career of her own. He has never stopped behaving as if he believes this to be true.
It's very cold. We've been seeing odd, wandering flakes of snow.