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The Diary of the Short-Armed Man. (Day 29) by CpSingleton © 2016

Thursday 29th January
Evening, my lovely Mol,
It’s been an up down day today.

Or maybe a down up down day would describe it better.

I didn’t sleep at all last night, so have felt dreadful. It’s been like I was in a daze. My head feels heavy, my eyes are itching, blurry and hot and I feel like I’m coming down with a cold.

On the upside Dr. Laurie’s son, Dr. Laurie came to see me.

I have no idea why I announce him that way, because it’s not as if you don’t know the difference, is it, love?

His old dad is probably up there with you anyway. If he is would please say hello and thank him for all he that did.

Anyway, Dr. Laurie said that he wants try me on something called a bit of blocker and that it should curb me feeling anxious and might allow me to relax enough to sleep.

He wanted to give me a tranquilliser, but, even though I trust him, I don’t want to just sleep life away, do I, love? Especially as it left you so drowsy near the end.

He’s going to bring the prescription round tomorrow on his way home.

He’s very kind. Just like his dad. Except he doesn’t smoke in his surgery between patients. How things have changed, eh, Mol?

When he had gone I felt a little better. I suppose he has his ways, doesn’t he?

Then shortly afterwards the news came on and it showed all these little kiddies being dragged into that war abroad. The poor mites had no food or water and here I am complaining. 

How can what I am going through be even close to what they’re facing. I feel like a fraud, Mol.

What must you think of me?

A blubbering old fool, feeling sorry for himself. I’m so sorry.

Please come and down and give me a right good kick in the seat of my trousers.

I’m so sorry. I’m going to go.

Speak to you tomorrow.
Love you always.

Your stupid, self-centred Bill.

About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.


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