And
what a two years it has been
For
all of us
For
the whole world.
During
that fortnight we spent in the RVI,
And
the next four weeks waiting for the plaster to come off,
The
world closed in on us,
And
we started to close the world out.
Nothing
was the same
Nothing
will really be the same again.
To
be honest we lead such a homely hermit life that the lockdowns haven’t been that hard for Fester and me.
But
for the boys …
Especially
Thunderthighs
He
doesn’t realise that by now he should be doing more with his life than a paper
round and two days a week work experience.
And
I worry
Oh
I worry
About
their future
About
my future if my marbles start rolling away like my mother’s did.
About
Fester getting older, deafer and more decrepit.
Mostly
I can keep up the façade of cheerfulness
Which
isn’t for the benefit of, or to deceive, others
It
helps keep me going.
But
sometimes …
Sometimes
…
The
mask gets too heavy and slips,
Especially
at times like these when those memories come flooding back,
Dragging
with them memories of earlier terrible times…
And
Ferretfingers, all unknowing, wants to celebrate with chocolate cake.
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