1999: I think it must be mum’s funny time of month again, she’s not been herself the past day or two, and today was no better. Oh joy! Another week of impatience, shouting and not being able to do anything right. Mum had a shower whilst I drank my milk in her bed and when she came back in for cuddles realised that me and the bed were soaked for the second morning running. We were a bit behind today and a bit rushed to get out the door. I thought it was great fun to avoid the shoes and coat, but mum didn’t hold out too well with that game. We got to Edon’s just as they were about to leave for school, so I went straight in the buggy. When mummy went I screamed and sobbed, I think I saw a tear in mummy’s eye as she walked away. We went to the doctors tonight as I keep saying ‘I’m ‘ot’ and have a gooey nose and eyes. Now got nasal drops and antibiotics. We made dinner together, we had good fun, and I pricked the sausages and then pretended to peel a potato with my plastic knife and then threw it around the kitchen.
2019: Over to Zof’s tonight after work as going to set up joint account tomorrow and speak to estate agents about rental property. How things change. This time last year I was recovering from a fungal infection in my blood and sepsis. I planned to go away for a year to Australia, had my visa and my flights booked for May. Crohns had other ideas as I was rushed in to hospital a week before my flight and had to stay here to have surgery in July. And then I met Zof. We cannot travel currently as still not medically fit but there’s always time.
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1999: Pa’s birthday today and Bompers too. Mummy was already dressed before I got up this morning as I had a lie in until 7.45. Why don’t I do this at weekends when mum could lie in? Well there just wouldn’t be any fun in that, now would there? I do have some heart though; I found mums silk roses on her windowsill, picked them up and presented them to her. She said they were lovely and that they smelt beautiful too. They’re pretend mother, not real. Honestly! Oh well best not disappoint her, I’ll play along with her, let me smell ‘Mm. Lovely’. What a Wally! A little later I called mummy into my bedroom and she came in to find me looking very pleased with myself. I had stuck the remaining stickers for my potty training chart all over the wardrobe and they were stuck hard and fast. She told me I was very clever but perhaps next time they should go on the chart. Tip of the month – if you want to avoid getting in trouble with your mum always look proud and pleased with what you have done and they won’t have the heart to tell you off. After Edons tonight, mummy and I went to the card shop to get birthday cards for Pa and Bomper, but I found it far more fun to wreck the joint whilst she was distracted rather than to look for cards. We arrived at Nanny and Pa’s and I gave Pa his present and then took it straight back off him and unwrapped it. Mm, very nice, a new T-shirt, it looks a bit on the big side for me though mum. What do you mean it’s for Pa; everyone knows presents are for kids. Aren’t they? Oh well, the cake then? Pa’s great, he let me sit on his lap and blow out the candles ‘again’ and ‘again’.
2019: Great Grandad Bomper died when I was 6 at the age of 86. He is still with me wherever I go and often flickers lights on and off around me! Zof and I were hanging in London this morning and called in to see Uncle Terry, Aunty Dee and cousin Beau at Epping Ice rink and had a little skate eventually getting home at 7 pm.
Whilst we were away, with me permission, mum had changed my room round (due to a condensation and mould problem which is attacking the wallpaper and needing to get the bed off of said wall) and sorted all my draws etc out. Sprung – I have a full packet of immunosuppressants and a prescription in my draw! Thing is I am very reluctant to take them due to nearly dying of sepsis Christmas before last due to a fungi entering my blood through my sinuses as I was so immune supressed
1999: – I felt a bit kinder today and slept until 8, which seemed to please mum, but we didn’t lounge around as we apparently had a busy schedule ahead. We started in Asda getting Bombers shopping which mummy found very confusing due to all the fresh food on the list. Honestly, how the other half live, mummy feeds me from packets, tins and the freezer! In protest I kept swinging my feet as I sat in the trolley and putting dirty foot prints all over her beige jeans (well I ask you, what a colour to wear). She was not impressed, but my fun didn’t last long as she robbed me of my trainers. Once we’d loaded up the car we went to the dentist but there was a long delay. Mummy didn’t seem to mind though; she just made another appointment for another day. Seems strange for her to be so cheerful about an inconvenience, perhaps she really likes the dentist and doesn’t mind when she lets her down. We called in to see Nanny and Pa and then to Bompers to deliver his shopping. Next we went to see Karen at the Rugby pitch where her husband Mark was playing. I found it very frustrating though as I was strapped in my buggy, having to watch mud covered men running after a funny shaped ball. I thought it would have been far more fun if mum had let me out of the buggy and let me run around after the ball, Karen agreed but mum didn’t give in and I remained restrained. I got my own back later though when we went on to the club for a drink and saw two men playing pool – I decided to make the game more fun by moving the balls, they didn’t seem to mind, but mum spoilt the fun as always. We went back to Karen’s and I played with her daughter Abigail, affectionately known to me as ‘Agal’ and we stayed the night, with Agal’s cot next to my bed.
2019: This morning mum had to get up early with me to take my bloods for monitoring due to immunosuppressants – I keep telling her I’m far too busy to drop by the hospital. Although I managed to get home early today as need to pick Caine up from the station as he has just got back onshore and missed my birthday celebrations. Mum’s still muttering something about priorities.
Sadly A’gal died when she was 7 following a road incident. She was living in Ireland with Karen and Mark and her younger sister Kate. Her parents have set up The Abby Harding Memorial Foundation with every bit of money raised going directly to families of children with acquired brain injury. We are still in contact and have been to one of the foundation balls which are held every couple of years
1999: Slept the whole night in my own bed, I must be slacking, will have to do better than that tonight. Before we left for Edon’s today, I spied a big tube of Smarties, which someone had apparently dropped round for me last night. What a treat, I’m not usually allowed, but I’ve seen them now mum – you should have hidden them sooner (I mean you had all night). Meanie head said that I couldn’t have them for breakfast, so I decided to take them with me. I put them on the dashboard and guzzled my drink. Mum tried all sorts of distractions, but I know her game, she was hoping I would forget they were there. Is she stupid? I mean she’d remember her sweeties so what makes her think I wouldn’t remember mine? I humoured her, responded to her distractive ramblings and once at Edon’s got out of the car, Smarties tightly clenched in hand.
2019: Well mums away in Tenerife and I’ve been working hard all day and grabbing what I can to snack on. To be fair, I love my sweets still, but know chocolate really effects my Chron’s so I tend to avoid this. Along with spicy food and nuts – so what did mum put in my Christmas sack – Wasabi bloomin nuts!
Thud. Thud. Thud. Awoke to footsteps on the floorboards at 6.15 a.m. Some people are so inconsiderate, don’t they realise I had a late night? On further investigation they turned out to be mine, as I found myself on automatic pilot to mummy’s room and bed, whereupon we snuggled back down until 8.00. Just as we were about to get up we heard a downpour. It was the first time mum has ever been glad to see rain as it meant she got an extra 5 minutes in bed whilst I watched the rain from her bedroom window. Mum reckons I’m a bit whiney today and says that it’s not the best of days to be like this as she’s quit smoking. What that’s got to do with anything I don’t know. Anyway if anyone’s being moody and miserable today it’s her, not me. Women! We went over the town and I wanted a bacon roll from the burger van. Mummy only ordered one and told the man that I would only have a bite and that she would have to eat the rest. He said that one day I would call her bluff and eat it all. What a marvellous idea (don’t know why I didn’t think of it before). So 10 minutes later we were back at the burger van ordering mummy’s bacon roll. That will teach her to be so presumptuous. We went to see Aunty ‘Eesa’ and I played with ‘Dandell’ and ‘Dessica’ for a while. We left at 2.30, which I think was way too early, now all I have to look forwards to is a boring afternoon of mummy. So I fell asleep in the car and continued to sleep through the transfer to the settee and finally decided to wake up to mum’s prompts just in time for tea. Well – I had to give in, it was Yorkshire Pud’s. I finished my Yorkshires and hadn’t even started the rest, when I spotted the Jelly Babies. I pushed the rest of my dinner away opting for the sweets. Unfortunately mum had other ideas. My dinner is now in the bin and the Jelly Babies remain, untouched, in the pot. She’s not completely mean though; I did get a mince pie. Another day of well balanced diet – sugar and fat – great if you’re nearly two, not so great if the Health Visitor finds out.
Mum popped into Lidl to get a few bits but ended up filling the trolley so much she had to ring me to go and meet her . I had to jump in the car and go help with the packing and loading and I then came home and cooked dinner using some of my new Christmas cookware. I still love my sweets and mince pies but love to whip up different culinary concoctions with herbs and spices. Have discovered I have to hold back a bit on the latter though as it effects my Chron’s – although I’ve been a lot better since surgery last year. I love to cook and eat when I can and it’s better than having to keep fanning the smoke detector when mum cooks (plus I don’t have to wash up!)