Could you please come down and tell your daughter to calm down.
She came earlier than she said she would be visiting today and gave me that look and a lecture because I was still in my pyjamas!
There is no need for all her carer talk. I am quite capable of looking after myself. Besides, it’s Sunday: the day of rest, for goodness sakes.
I let her prattle on for a while and then told her to go. As politely as I could, I promise. Even though I was raging inside. Why can’t she understand that as soon as I work out what life is without you that I will be back to my old self in no time?
You’d think she was my mother and not my daughter.
After she stormed off I remembered how precocious she was as a child. She was always mothering young Kevin, wasn’t she, love?
And tantrum? My goodness she was a terrible two. You were the one who told me to just ignore her and she would grow out of it. Now I’m having to do it all over again. Only without you here.
Do I sound like a broken record. I’m sure that I do, but you are my first thought and my last goodnight and I don’t ever want that to change.
I’m going to try my best to go out tomorrow.
Night and love you very much, my beautiful Mol,
Your Bill forever.