Best laid plans and all that..

My day was split in three parts today..
Part 1 = Hannah
My frighteningly immature older sister is behaving like a wayward 15-year-old. She came in from a party at two o’clock this morning and threw up red wine in the living room. I came down to find her kneeling in the puddle saying ‘Didn’t there used to a bath in this bathroom?’ I was tempted to rub her face in it, but didn’t. Instead I re-enacted countless nights with my mother and helped her up to bed before cleaning. Have you ever tried to get up red wine puke using Daz Fabric Softener and a kitchen mop? She owes me big and she’s gonna deliver..

Part 2 = Beryl

I got dressed as noisily as possible and then went round to see Beryl for a cuppa and a chat. Ted had a superficial myocardial infarction, which in the old days was called A HEART ATTACK!! It was only a mild one, by all accounts, so he could well be home by the end of the week, but under strict orders not to do anything silly, like re-tile the shed roof or breakdance down the high street in stilettos. Beryl asked if I would visit every couple of days so he could see a different face “besides my ugly old mug that’s he’s bored of after 30 years.” I told her I’d call round Friday.

Part 3 = Donna

I called her late morning and I could hear the smile in her voice when she answered. My day felt better immediately. I’m gonna stay in the city after work on Friday and take her out for lunch. Ah, shit – that’s the morning I’m supposed to sit with Ted and be cheerful. I’ll put that off til Saturday – its not as if he’ll be going anywhere…

RC 9-3-09
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