Bank Holiday Monday
May. 5th, 2014 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloI dreamed I was researching a gang of French punks who'd adopted English as their argot because it's so much punkier than French.
The A21 is particularly noisy this morning. It's a bank holiday and everyone is rushing to the sea. My mother's carer, Kirstie, says her husband is going to Hastings in a cloud of bikers. He passed him on her way here, parked up in a lay-by with 30 of his mates; she recognised him by his helmet.
As Kirstie is leaving my mother leans forward and asks, "And who was that?" She doesn't recognise any of her carers, not even Ana who's the one who stays with her when we go back to Oldham.
The A21 is particularly noisy this morning. It's a bank holiday and everyone is rushing to the sea. My mother's carer, Kirstie, says her husband is going to Hastings in a cloud of bikers. He passed him on her way here, parked up in a lay-by with 30 of his mates; she recognised him by his helmet.
As Kirstie is leaving my mother leans forward and asks, "And who was that?" She doesn't recognise any of her carers, not even Ana who's the one who stays with her when we go back to Oldham.
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Date: 2014-05-05 07:30 pm (UTC)