Ramblings of a drug dealer

 It wiznae me. What's Gillian's second name? Brown No! That's not it.  Yes. It's Brown. After George died, she married Michael Brown. So it's Brown. pause Who's that young man who goes cycling with Murray? Jim Yes. What's his name? Gilmour. Jim Gilmour. Yes. That's it. Puzzled So what's that got to do with Gillian? Blank look Change of subject Is the iPad charged? We could watch the wedding on Thursday, as Gillian sent me the details.. The what? The iPad. Is it charged? I don't have an iPad. Brings the iPad through to the kitchen....... This iPad. Oh. That thing. Is that what it's called? Yes. I'll set it up so we can watch the wedding. It's to be outside. That's ok. It can be anywhere. We will be in here watching it inside. No recognition of understanding. I wont be able to use that thing. That's why I'm doing it. I can do it for you. Remember that feeling you used to get when to TV stopped transmitting for the night, and...

Not me. Well maybe me? Ok. Probably me! Not what I had in mind though. It's been a hard summer for everyone, having gone through national lockdown, then the complex re-opening of the country, and now the dreaded "second-wave". Work has been grey, with a few black and white spots along the way and the garden hasn't seen so much care for years........well there was nothing else we were allowed to do. Couldn't travel, shop, visit family, go to the pub.......just dig the garden.  Mum has suffered more than most over the summer, and more recently. Her memory is shot and her living skills are going fast. Not being allowed out must be tough, and not at all how she had planned her old age. No Jim to tend to her every whim, and long days (and its only October). So many reflections of Alex as he went into his final months and weeks. Has she eaten? Has she washed? Has there really been no-one over the door all day? Does she know how to work the oven? What day is it? Is it lu...