Time and Tide…..

Where is it going?
I can’t remember September and October has already been and done ten days of itself.
My little broken toe is ailing. I keep walking int0 wardrobes and chair legs.
I keep howling with pain and yelping with rage. I put it down to grieving but I’m not sure just how long I can pull that one.
I have a new producer and fixer – they are terrific.
Tomorrow we take Paul Young’s chocolate teapot – filled with my mothers ashes – we taker my mother to Brighton and when the tide is right, at 2.00pm., we will scatter her to the four winds.
I wonder how I will feel after that?
Time and tide await my mother…..