I woke up with a feeling of dread in my stomach, because taking into account the time difference, the deed had allready been done. The phillipenes is roughly 9 hours ahead of us, so the happy couple will allready be dancing the night away at the wedding reception, whereas i havent had lunch yet.
Not that Im going to. That kind of thought kinda squashes your appetite.
I'd have liked more time, to prepare myself, to stock the cupboards full of more cider, to take myself out of the way of every other human being.
I dreamt about it, and now its happened. Its done. Their names are on that bit of paper. My mum's has been scratched out and hers has been written on. Memories of the first wedding are being whitewashed over and new ones are being set down. The photo album is empty of pictures of us, and is gradually but surely going to be filled of ones of her. . . and her children. Their children.
Pass the cinzano
Is nobody else upset about this? Nobody else seems to care?
I could list all of the natural disasters that occur in the phillipenes, we studied it in geography. Personally Im rooting for volcano or earthquake. Seeing as that bitch lives right near the fault, and its got most chance of wiping her arse off the planet. And his for that matter. And all of their wonderful cappucino babies. |
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it hurts and sucks.
