Sunday, 18 March 2007
18 Mar - Alone, at The End of the World
I wake in the early afternoon. I feel lonely. I feel sad. Isi has gone. The truck has left. New found companions are no more. The rain has stopped. It doesn't help.
It is an unexpected turn of emotions I hadn't planned for.
I seek comfort in the solitude of computers and start catching up on the past month of missing blog entries. One of the staff, who was amused by the ransom notes yesterday, kept asking me where my wife was. His English isn't that good, it's difficult to explain.
In the evening I decide to phone Mum, only I get the whole time ahead, time behind thing the wrong way round and wake her up in the early hours of the morning. Not that it matters much as I caught her on Mothers Day. Bonus!
"Steve, it's so nice you phoned on Mothers Day!"
"Oh, that's okay Mum!"
"I assume you did know it was Mothers Day?"
"Hey, why else would I be phoning you!?"
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies.