Friday 30 May 2008

Toad

A toad was waiting to be let out through the french doors this morning. Don't ask! I don't know.

Friday 23 May 2008

The chair

The elderly lady is very pleased her delivery from Tesco Online has changed to Sainsbury's. She thinks it's more upmarket and she likes the orange bags; "We used to have one in Gerrards Cross when I was a girl," she says. She doesn't know that Tesco is suing three Thai journalists for criticising it's expansion in that beautiful land, and will probably bankrupt them and have them in jail if it wins. She doesn't know that a group of leading British authors described Tescos action as "Deeply chilling". She doesn't even know that she is boycotting Tescos, but she is; or at least I am, and it's me that orders the food.

Tuesday 20 May 2008

The chair (dream)

The elderly lady's won the battle, and no carers are going upstairs to clean (her sons can do that). But she slept in her chair today and had a dream that all the carers came at once and sat around the table for a conference, and it tired her so much that she rang to say she didn't want any more conferences at the house, and could I stop them please?

Monday 12 May 2008

Hawk


Wood Pigeons perch in the ash tree, bombarding the paving stones beneath 'til they're splattered with slime of different colours, depending what the fat birds ate. A Sparrowhawk took one out yesterday, double its own weight, and carefully plucked every feather and left them in a neat circle on the ground.
Bon appétit, Sparrowhawk; come back soon.

The chair

The elderly lady's well spoken, but shouting "Bugger off!" in the background as the carer talks on the phone. He's come to clean, but she believes she still cleans her own house. I reassure him. In the afternoon she rings, "I'm so ashamed; I've been asleep all day in the chair and done nothing. I had terrible dreams and nightmares; a man kept coming to the house with his own hoover and tried to clean."

Saturday 10 May 2008

The chair 01

An elderly lady, struggling to make sense of the little that remains of her life and her mind, slid to the floor in her sleep this morning and had to be lifted by carers. She had so much stored behind the cushions of her chair that there was no longer room for her elderly bottom. There were tea bags, cutlery, chocolate bars, her husbands clothes, tinned fruit; all the things that she feared would be stolen. She's my Mother.