Life?
Funny old day. Visited my friend George in hospital. He’s going down badly. Had a talk with Mum tonight, in which we laid our cards on the table and said what we would have to do if he died. I’m quiet willing to let her move back in, but the for the problem of my cats and her dog. People reading this (and knowing the price of property in the area) would say that I needed my head examining if I lost the house for the sake of a few cats. So we would simply have to fit things together. Going back... Sign in to see full entry.