Hope everything is great where you are. I can only assume it must be as I’m sure you wouldn’t go downstairs.
I have had a better day today, love.
Slept like a log until seven this morning. Not sure if it was that awful pill or my body giving me peace at last.
I dreamt some very vivid dreams about the time we went to Yarmouth with the kids and Kevin had that infection in his downstairs region. Do you remember?
The poor mite. He had some lungs on him for an eighteen month old toddler, didn’t he? Screamed the emergency roof off.
Mind you, I would if my old fella blew up like a balloon.
You were so patient with him.
I remember you crying on my shoulder when they took him to theatre.
In the dream we all went to watch Cilla straight afterwards. Funny how dreams roll on, because I’m pretty certain that was a later holiday.
You remember when she sang Mucky Kid whilst looking at Kevin and we all teased him for weeks.
I think he secretly enjoyed it, mind.
Those were the days, eh?
Our June’s coming to visit tomorrow and I’m dreading it. Please don’t take this the wrong way but she so reminds me of you that it cuts me up when she’s gone.
I made another attempt at escaping into the garden again today.
I got as far as the shed before my mouth became dry and I couldn’t swallow. It’s really ridiculous to say, but it frightens me rigid, Mol.
I’m going to try again tomorrow. Only next time I will take a glass of water with me.
I really can’t go on like this.
I’m very determined to beat whatever it is, love. For you.
I would really appreciate if you could visit my dreams again tonight.
Missing you do much.