stroke

Twe, 10th March 2020

The worktop is a mess again today, the

son has been making coffee and toast for

his breakfast. He is moving around, quite

oblivious to the disapproving glares and

stares of his father.

Tell him to remove his things, if he

makes such a revolting mess he should

clean it up too. He moves the things.

away, over to the other worktop, and builds

a small heap of greasy cutlery.. Then he

says that he is in a hurry. He is on his way to school.

So put the things into the dishwasher, yester­day's plates and pots. Put a tab into the

machine, start that dishwasher.

Seconds later, the door to the bedroom is slammed

shut. The noise produced by the dishwasher has

disturbed the wife's sleep.

The son leaves the house on his way to school.

Leave the house, there is an appointment at

half past eight at the credit people. 

Walk there, walk down the street. Look into the

building's window, all is dark in the office.

Wait. Ten minutes later, the man arrives

in a big show off car. He is visibly tired. He

tells the story that his mother had a stroke in

the night.

Commiserate.
And then to business.