I am sorry for being so bloody rubbish.
But you see, life moves really – REALLY – fast.
From the minute I open my eyes there are 2 small people, several big people and even some animals who are relying on me for many different reasons. Some of them involve eating and basic survival.
I am spinning plates and dropping plenty. You, my dear friend are one of those plates.
But I love you very much.
I wish that every text message I wrote to you in my head made it into the virtual space and into your phone to let you know you’re in my heart and on my mind.
I wish I could carry through with all the plans we make, knowing we never will. I go there in my mind – it’s loads of fun.
When I drop, frazzled, into bed at night, I remember I haven’t rung you, again.
Then I remember I haven’t locked the back door or brought the cat in and just like that, it’s happened again and I have forgotten, again.
I am very hopeful that one day life will be easier and we will be blessed with plenty of time for laughing, drinking and sharing.
Stick with me,
I promise I will be worth it – when we are old and grey and you need someone to laugh with in the nursing home.
Your bloody rubbish friend
From ‘to the women’
DONNA ASHWORTH ©️