I think the concept of time being able to heal is a bit of a fallacy. What it infact sometimes does is just patch things up a bit much like wallpaper over cracked plaster.
I had the mother to visit this afternoon. We had a nice lunch at Bacarro and a glass of wine because now I am 29 years old she can just about handle me drinking in front of her. Sadly this precipitated her bursting into tears on the hoe because apparently Walthamstow dog track has closed and the nice charity people predict a plethora of homeless greyhounds in London and the surrounding area and perhaps we should goand fetch one but that would be silly wouldn’t it? No, I don’t think so. I think thats a great idea and I tried to talk her into it to no avail.
This outburst segued directly into ‘i look at the lonely hearts in the paper you know’….’but then i think no one could ever replace George so theres no point really is there?’ And also ‘well what would a 68 year old man want with a woman? (companionship??) – someone to cook his meals i don’t doubt!!’.
Furthermore ‘well anyway you have to text something to somewhere and i don’t know how to do it anyway so i couldn’t reply anyway’
So i said ‘shall we look at them together next time i come home and i’ll see what you have to do?’
‘yes alright then’ ( a bit more brightly)
I’m not quite sure really whether the answer is a dog or a date or none of the above but after mum went home i sat down and cried and cried.