It Hurts...
Jul. 15th, 2014 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloThis morning she forgot to make herself her early morning cup of tea.
At one o'clock she shuffled off to the toilet as I was serving the meal and didn't come out for twenty minutes- by which time Ailz and I had finished eating.
This evening I left her studying the TV guide while I went up to get the bedroom ready. "You have one of those upstairs," I said- as I always do- referring to the TV guide. Usually she follows me. This time she didn't. When I came back down to see what she was up to she was still in her chair- and reaching for her glasses and the TV guide...
At one o'clock she shuffled off to the toilet as I was serving the meal and didn't come out for twenty minutes- by which time Ailz and I had finished eating.
This evening I left her studying the TV guide while I went up to get the bedroom ready. "You have one of those upstairs," I said- as I always do- referring to the TV guide. Usually she follows me. This time she didn't. When I came back down to see what she was up to she was still in her chair- and reaching for her glasses and the TV guide...
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Date: 2014-07-16 08:09 am (UTC)It's draining