Hmmm having whittered about the run in with Jack on Friday, I would like to point out that Jack is usually an exceptionally good boy. In writing down the times when bad behavior does occur, I don’t want to give the impression that this is normal. I write it down because it is exceptional. He may even remember such run ins as he gets older, but he won’t remember all his little acts of kindness & being so lovable.
Jack called out in the night for me. I staggered to his room barely awake & he told be that he had a sad dream. Something along the lines of ‘We were at a bus stop’ – ‘You & mummy got off the bus, but I didn’t’ – ‘I should have got off the bus because I got lost’. He told me this; before I knew it he was sound asleep again. To be honest, I think that sounds quite frightening. Louise thought that it sounded like an anxiety dream & I have to concur. So, did I write the previous paragraph because I’m feeling guilty about Jack one way or another? It’s a distinct possibility, I guess.
“Friends Reunited“. Well – I spoke to one of my main cohorts at ‘middle school’ the other night, for probably over an hour on the phone. There were 3 of us that used to be very into art when I was – um -how old? – 11 to 13 or something… Anyway – One of these best friends of mine turned up on the Friends Reunited website. I was rather excited to actually see the name ‘Simon Francis’ there. Cor! I looked at it for a week, & then thought, bugger it – & stumped up some money to register myself on the site to get the ability to send him a mail to say, “Hi”.
Over half a life ago…