0603hrs
Return from tea preparation to find mum rifling through the
vast amount of just time and things in boxes under the bed I am not sleeping on
in the room I am staying in (everyone’s, but especially my younger sister’s,
belongings are everywhere around the house – the spare bedroom in the house I
lease has a room just for her detritus in suitcases) after complaining about
how I was sitting and typing and en route to rearranging furniture on her
birthday I said ‘’What the hell are you doing?! Go to breakfast! I said I’ll
move it now [the bed against the wall, perhaps, to allow for table and chair to
sit at]’’
‘’I’m looking for something’’
‘’WHAT?!’’
‘’One particular bell I am looking for’’
I reached into a drawer and retrieved the bell. I have an
exceptional if unpredictable memory. Happy birthday. Already I have used ‘’I
found your bell, what more do you want from me?!’’ ‘’At least you HAVE a bell’’
and ‘’I got you that bell!’’ and only half an hour has elapsed.
Events occur in real time.
0615hrs
Having told her (the refrain of both my parents ever ‘’show
me when it’s done/don’t tell me you are doing something’’) I had actually
written something and she would read it today I of course regretted it for a
number of reasons, which temporarily is only two, to mind, but one being a fear
of her dying on her way to or from breakfast thinking I have yet again made a
claim or promise to go unfulfilled and be sad for me, which in turn opened one
of the houses countless trapdoors. The entire house was made with trapdoors,
very eco-friendly.
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