don’t whack me on my new tattoo

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Dear Alice,

Thank you for your Christmas card, there’s no need to apologise, I still love you. You are special, I hardly notice my birthday nowadays anyway. Seem’s like you think your mind has been mush for years now, I don’t see or hear the mush, you are still as bright and beautiful as the Monday night in the alternative disco. Do you remember? The two prats who had made a big killing on the horses and thought we’d be impressed by money? You whacked me so hard on my new tattoo that my squeals of pain quickly reduced us to piles of mutual laughter and baffled the bullshit out of the guys! Forgive yourself, laugh again.

I know you love your step daughter, two sons and husband. You don’t tell me so, but I know you love them, it shows in the all-engulfing way that you support the smooth running of their lives. The meals you cook, the shopping you do, the events you attend, the cleaning, the taxi-driving, the advice. I hear how your life is all about making their lives easier. The girl I knew was always passionate about organising things, how else could you graduate with such a good degree in Library studies. You, engulfed in stories and classification. You were in ecstacy! I remember the stories of how you sorted out the Munich Siemens office, then in the 1990’s the local Berlin Government ‘lost and found’ office by pairing people separated by the wall using just a card system, then arranging Premier entertainment for visiting Warner Brothers stars. You are so good at sorting things and entertaining people.

Somehow you reserve the pain for me, you talk of your disappointments and burden. I wonder where is the happiness hiding, bring it out, I miss it, I love you

W x

don’t whack me on my new tattoo
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  1. Joanne writes:

    Gosh. What can I say? I love you too. Maybe the pain is because it’s so easy to tell you and telling anyone else would hurt them too deeply. Have loved you for the best part of 25 years. Will love you til I die and if there’s anything after that, I’ll love you there too. Still hoping to paint with you in your lovely home. Maybe then you’ll get to see the happiness again. It’s there somewhere, just needs space to get out. Always thinking of and missing you. Have a wonderful Christmas. Hope to see you soon. x

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  2. Scarlet writes:

    *…tiptoes in*
    *whispers ‘Happy Christmas’*

    And many thanks for dinner in Devon – I know you are a fantastic friend.
    SXXXX

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  3. Happy Frog and I writes:

    I love that I never know what I’m going to see on your blog, but I know I am always going to get a lot out of your posts. Another powerful piece of writing, really excellent. You are a very good and generous blogger and a very good and generous friend to.

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  4. Kevin writes:

    …sidles into view, places “Merry Christmas” message onto doormat, slips into the shadows…

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  5. wendy writes:

    I’ve left some hot mince pies and a bottle of mulled wine by the chiminea, please help yourself as you tiptoe and sidle through..

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  6. Bux writes:

    Wendy

    Thanks for keeping me entertained, love your blog. Happy Chrimble xB

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