bridge

Pabbi is off to bridge today. It doesn’t sound very exciting but it is so much. Since Pabbi retired, it has being hard all round but especially hard for him. Days are spent sleeping or drinking. Over the weekend it got especially bad as his thoughts turned sour. Thoughts that none of us were ready for. Mum and him had a good chat and today he is off to his first social event other than work that does not include family since coaching discus probably ten years ago.

Pabbi and I often have our disagreements but today I am proud of him and here is to more Wednesday mornings, when I see him walk out the door, dressed up and saying I am off to bridge, see you this afternoon.

The tide is turning.