British summer time
burtschips
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I went around to visit just today. I had woken up early and dozed until it was late morning. It was even later morning, the clocks had moved forward and then when I was turning into my parents street it was a quarter to twelve not a quarter to eleven as I had thought. I only realized when the radio made a point of it.
My dad is pretty unwell, he has a tumour behind his left ear and a little below, kind of on the base of his skull but you can see it. He has another one that you can't see in his hip and I think some cancer in his lung or chest glands. I don't know. The lump on his neck has affected his facial nerves and he has a degree of palsy to his left side - his cheek is drooped and sagging and the corner of his mouth has dropped. He does not look too great! No, he looked very bad today.
When he was younger and when I was a child, he looked athletic, active, he was well put together. He was a journalist, worked for papers first then radio then television and radio, he has a great vocabulary and is good at crosswords. I am useless at crosswords. Now, well he's older but still not old, only 56 (I think maybe 57) but he's being ravaged, his legs are like sticks (I had to lift them into the car last week) and they don't look like they can carry him. He told me maybe two weeks ago that he had fallen over in a shop and was not able to get up again. He had to be hoisted up by two strangers but he had driven there himself! I think he was trying to buy a cactus, he started a collection that sits on the window ledge in his bedroom.
56 sounds young, certainly not old but he has screwed himself into the ground throughout his life. Drinking too much and smoking like only he could, I certainly never could, not like that. And that's all because he's always been scared of something I think, always been tormented by this fear. Which is sad.
Anyway, I realized that the point of this is that he aways used to change the clocks the night before. But he never did it this year.
My dad is pretty unwell, he has a tumour behind his left ear and a little below, kind of on the base of his skull but you can see it. He has another one that you can't see in his hip and I think some cancer in his lung or chest glands. I don't know. The lump on his neck has affected his facial nerves and he has a degree of palsy to his left side - his cheek is drooped and sagging and the corner of his mouth has dropped. He does not look too great! No, he looked very bad today.
When he was younger and when I was a child, he looked athletic, active, he was well put together. He was a journalist, worked for papers first then radio then television and radio, he has a great vocabulary and is good at crosswords. I am useless at crosswords. Now, well he's older but still not old, only 56 (I think maybe 57) but he's being ravaged, his legs are like sticks (I had to lift them into the car last week) and they don't look like they can carry him. He told me maybe two weeks ago that he had fallen over in a shop and was not able to get up again. He had to be hoisted up by two strangers but he had driven there himself! I think he was trying to buy a cactus, he started a collection that sits on the window ledge in his bedroom.
56 sounds young, certainly not old but he has screwed himself into the ground throughout his life. Drinking too much and smoking like only he could, I certainly never could, not like that. And that's all because he's always been scared of something I think, always been tormented by this fear. Which is sad.
Anyway, I realized that the point of this is that he aways used to change the clocks the night before. But he never did it this year.
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As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
IBI I don't think we actually lose an hour, because we get on back for the winter. Swings and roundabouts.