jackb

Falling apart today, definitely. I spoke to her last night, dreamt about her when I slept and have spent all morning wishing I was with her again. The worst thing is, or possibly the reason for all this self-pity, is that I'm ill at the moment. She said on the phone "You always were an awful patient and now I can't stop remembering how sweet she always was whenever I was ill, despite me being a typical, can't-take-pain-or-illness-to-save-my-life, bloke. She'd go out and get medicines galore, fruit, anything and everything to make me well again.