I had a surprise visit from Dr. Laurie’s son, Dr. Laurie today.
I was watching a robin feed from your bird table when he pulled up in his fancy car. He doesn’t half look like his dad these days.
I suspect that June may have called him to check up on me, to be honest. I do wish she wouldn’t meddle, but it was nice to see him anyway.
We talked about his father and how great he was with the kids. Do you remember when he removed Kevin’s verruca on his desk? It was over before Kevin could wince.
Anyway, he came around to see how I was after your passing and to recommend something called CBT. He said that he could give me pills but felt that they wouldn’t help me in the long run. He also suspected that I wouldn’t take them anyway. He knows me too well, eh, love?
I told him that I was fine and that the only reason that the quilt was on the sofa was because I was a little chilly. I’m not sure he believed that.
He said that he could arrange for a person to call from that CBT thing and wouldn’t take no for answer. He said it was just a telephone call and not painful, so I agreed. I can always hang up if they start telling me what to do, can’t I, Mol?
He stopped for a quick cuppa and talked about lovely you are. He’s a good lad. Just like his dad, eh, love.
Anyway, hope you are having fun. Missing you so much, my lovely Mol.