One Split Second Read Free

DID go to Scotland, the children could spend holidays and any other times that Barry could manage to take them up, and I know they would love it, and the children are the most important people in this decision. Let me think,—at least I know my family in Scotland. They are not the most reliable bunch, but I would feel more comfortable with the ‘devils’ I know rather than the ‘white witch’ element on Barry’s side!! sorry Barry! oops! my pen just slipped… I’m gonna stop for a break now, feeling tired and giddy… oh God, these blooming pages are falling out of this makeshift book… they are never gonna last the test of time and neither am I!!! Good night my beau children, love you so much, and now you are gonna need dual passports cause mummy’s moving to scotland!! he he! more morphine please, maybe not!
    Today is another day, oh, got my hair washed, isn’t that sad? . . . happy because after 2 weeks I got my hair washed!, but then I suppose to be fair they did have to let the stitches on my head heal properly before they could wash it, otherwise I may have herbal essence seeping into my gaping wound then floating around my brain, and if the advert is to be believed, by rights I could have multiple orgasms—actually, that could be fun, imagine—hair washed, high on morphine and multiple orgasms without any guy!! Yes, Please! Handy when there ain’t one around. I love guys, don’t get me wrong, but I think it’s gonna be a long long time till I can even think about the rumpy pumpy (stolen from Blackadder)! All this relates to an advert so lets hope I know and remember what I am talking about when I read this back!! Plus for the record, up until ‘the incident’, I enjoyed a good sex life! mmh!
    I’m losing track of the flippin days, but I know one thing today… I’ve got hold of the phone, he he—and I have the number of the hospital that they want me to call in Glasgow… hold on! just got it, ok, concentrate and sound as if you know what you are talking about cause I don’t know the first thing about spinal thingies. Well, just spoke to a nurse called ‘Louwry’—I don’t think that’s right, I can’t remember—miserable cow anyway, so I don’t feel bad about being tetchy and short with her. After I came off the phone to her I phoned Barry and when I eventually got through it was his ‘girlfriend’ Shonah who anwered so we exchanged a few pleasantries and then Barry came on in one of his ‘can’t be bothered’ attitude moods. I wondered how long it would take until things started to get back to normal—and now I remember his nagging ways and realise that I really don’t like ‘normal’. Our conversation confirmed my views about my rehab… I am definately asking to be referred to Glasgow. After explaining my reasons for going there to Barry he showed no interest and virtually told me to do what I felt was right for me… I actually think he seemed a bit put out when I explained that I would feel isolated in Stanmore, whilst only really having him and his family to rely on for visitations and support. I also pointed out that he could be moving further north himself soon! Apparantly Shonah was supposed to be moving up to Haringey after the baby was born? As soon as I mentioned reasons for going to Glasgow I could feel the sarcastic overtones coming into play, and then when Angela was mentioned he couldn’t help himself from making a comment, saying, ‘oh, yes she would know someone in that particular hospital in Glasgow, probably even the chief consultant of that very spinal unit, she knows everything and everyone’!! Oh my god, he is so sarcastic, and just a bit of a shit!! That really pissed me off and I got quite upset and I actually told him that what he said was nasty and unfair and he retorted, ‘you know I don’t like most of your family!!’. I had to tell him I was upset and had to go, flippin asshole! He totally distracted me from even asking to speak to the kids!