It’s been a funny, old day.
Our June came today, love.
She was all a bit over the top, if you ask me. You know what she can be like?
She mainly ran around trying to pretend to tidy up and kept prattling on about me needing help and that she thinks I’m not coping. She’s a worrier.
I told her that I was fine.
You know me? I’m a fighter.
Alright, it’s been hard since you left, but there’s no need to mention carers and nursing homes, is there, love?
When she’d done with the house she started to bloody preen me. Said I needed new clothes and should have a bath.
That’s when I became annoyed. I mean, I’m her father, for goodness sakes, Mol!
I know I might have stretched the arms in my jumpers, but they were clean.
Eventually I had to tell her to go home. That’s when she started to cry. That broke my heart. She looked like you whenever you got upset.
She said she was going to visit more often and then left.
Still no news from Kevin. I asked June earlier and she said that she would ask him to call.
I’m exhausted now. Fingers crossed that I sleep tonight.
Night-night, God bless.