Monday, 15 March 2010


I had another look at the Larry posts on Google. It looks like there maybe more than one Larry. I mean, why would an alive Larry Viet vet be on a war memorial  page that plays the last post? So perhaps our Larry's taken another Larry's identity as a front for enticing unsuspecting foreigners to look after his 'houseplants'. Yes, pre-trip melodrama is creeping in. How disappointing it would be if Larry was just an ordinary Larry who really did just want someone to fly 13,000miles to look after his patio garden.
I always seem to feel hollow and sad on Mothers Day. I used to think it was because I'd been a crap mother and I probably was, am, at times, but that doesn't seem to feature so highly now. Perhaps it's because I lost my own mother at the age of 20, before the commercialisation of Mother's Day? But that was over 40 years ago and we never really got on. Perhaps that's the reason-one of regret that we never got on and she died before I had the chance to have a more adult relationship with her. I don't know, but I couldn't shake off the feeling all day.  My children still persevered in spoiling me with their company and a champagne supper. Felt much better afterwards. How lucky am I?

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