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For some reason today my spirits have been unfeasible low.

I took dad’s Tissot into a watch makers to have the movement replaced. It stopped soon after I inherited it. For some reason I asked the watchmaker to give me the old movement.


“I’ve never seen the movement of a watch close up”

“I can show you now if you’d like”

“I want to play with it, poke it around, take it apart, can I have it with the repaired watch?”

He agreed. I didn’t really understand why I wanted it.

In the evening I watched a TV programme about Niel Sedaka. Mumsie had chosen “this is our lost song together”  for dad’s funeral. I searched for the song on you tube and found a Swedish version by Agnetha. So many small reasons to cry. I guess this is melancholia, seeking-out the sadness. Feeling self-centred, lonely and guilty for letting myself wallow in these feelings.

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2 bits of lovely banter on “time”

  1. Indigo Roth writes:

    Hey Wendy! I never question (and rarely resist) whims; we may not understand them, but we have something in mind most of the time. Indigo x



  2. Scarlet writes:

    As Mr Indigo suggests – indulge those whims, and if you need to wallow, then wallow… it’s part of the grieving process.



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