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  Wed 24th October 2012

Kim left this afternoon and the real comedown, of her not being here, is added to the pharmaceutical one, after three days fuelled by plant food and the poor man's Pepsi.

On the first night we finally stopped taking anything at about 11am, dozed for an hour or so, then dragged ourselves out round the pound shops and into a pub, her and my holiday venues of choice. We bought some sherry and blanketed ourselves up in the living room, a cosy bundle of her crocheting and me reading the LRB as best as I could with my weakened eyes, which were mixing text up as a plea for a few hours off.

I broached the sleeping arrangements and she said what I'd hope she'd say, which saved some effort on my part. In the middle of the night I looked across at her, one arm squared behind her head, the other symmetrically arrayed across her stomach, her beautiful eyes and mouth and lips and face lifting and sighing.

Next day, we moved downstairs and resumed our positions in our bedded camp in the living room. Serendipitously, an email arrived from a previous occupant of that bed. "Bit of a long shot", she ventured, and said she was coming up from Manchester to see a band in Lancaster who were supporting Hazel O'Connor. I googled for them, didn't like them, rang her to tell her so, and asked her what she was doing before or after. She said she'd skip the main act if I fancied coming out.

Kim was fading and didn't want to come out. Bryony was waiting outside the theatre and I pinched her bum as a greeting. We went for a pizza and wine. The conviviality, the light, the clear perspex chairs, the feeling of familiarity of a place in which I was employed as the washer-up thirty years ago. Everything felt bright.

I talked about the Walsall project and Trina in a way that I'd normally censor as too voluble and "big". I told her about my misgivings about me and Trina living together. She said that "sometimes one must compromise," something I can't agree with in this context.

I kissed her goodbye and bought more sherry and came back home. Kim was already in bed. I was soon fast asleep. Today, we linked arms and walked into town to buy postcards and a reviving Lancashire hotpot in a pub before she left.

I went to work at Really Late, then went round to Kirsty's to have a chat with her and my daughters. They've been to their set's co-ordinator to complain about disruptive members of their class. We planned Halloween a bit. I've got a lab coat for Fiona to be the evil doctor.

Now, by myself, there's a pile of demands for money I haven't got and threats of court action, and one from my mum enclosing a fiver, money she hasn't got either.


Comment from: furtheron [Visitor]

Hazel O’Connor - I bought that single of hers, the one with a really great sax solo in it

Thu 25th October 2012 @ 12:27
Comment from: [Member]

I can’t stand it! That headache-inducing treble-y programmed drumming with a identical pattern in every song of BANG BANG BANG BANG–God it’s like someone hammering a dustbin lid next to your earhole.

Thu 25th October 2012 @ 12:36

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