Ok, S..t, bloody goal posts have been moved. But, I can't get the topic out of my head now. This isn't as good as the first go, (according to me and I suspect anyone else) and it probably wouldn't make sense if I hadn't put up the first attempt.
Today was not going to be an easy day. Sure I had visited this flat often, but still, I hadn’t ever lived here. I’d lived with my Nan ever since the split. Now, I had been tasked to clean out this flat.
I’d never really understood the cause of the split. No one had talked of it. And Nan? Well, just mention the subject and you could feel the deep freeze door open. I don’t think anyone ever accepted what had happened.
Lately, my Nan had been getting a bit softer. Maybe she was getting dementia? Of course the Port probably didn't help. When she pulled the cork out of the bottle, that was it. The cork was tossed and she would suck on that stuff until it was gone. She could get a bit maudlin on those occasions. Well, perhaps I should say she got a lot maudlin. Quite soppy. Some times, she even ended up crying quietly to herself. She would just sit there, tears slowly trickling down her cheeks. At times like that I would hear her mumble about Kootchy-Poo and lambkins. Then ...
‘Why didn’t she listen’?
‘So what if it wasn’t his writing’?
‘The damn thing was dated. … Way before her time. … She just wouldn’t listen. … I don’t even know how it ended up with the rest of his stuff. … You would think he would have gotten rid of all that stuff from before her. … If only they hadn’t moved.’
Sometimes, her arguments, though one sided, seemed to be directed to me so I might understand. But I never did. Well, how could I? I still didn't know what happened.
Kootchy-poo? Sounded like a kid’s teddy bear. Lambkins? Maybe that was the television character Lambchops? I’d seen re-runs of that program when I was a kid, so it was possibly popular back when her kids were growing up.
I did know about the move, cause that was when I was shifted onto Nan’s. We all had been excited about moving into the new house down by the beach. On the day, I had been taken to my new school, and I got to meet all the new classmates. Talk about being the lowest on the pecking order. But, before the day was half over, Nan came to collect me from the school.
We never got back together. Nan’s became home and I went on to another school. Sometimes there was the occasional visit, but only years later when I had finished my apprenticeship. By then I was looking after my Nan. And now, I wonder if I will ever know?