I am on the train going home… another Grand Central. This time it is packed! It’s the grand exodus from London to the North… I wonder if there is anyone else playing the ‘Who are they game?’… I wonder what they would say about me?
Would they guess the truth? Could they guess based on the clues…?
Would they guess a Mum of 2, wife of 1 big Yorkshire lad?
Possibly by the rings on my fingers, (and the bells on my toes!) and the screen saver on my phone…
Would they guess a business owner, passionate about health, wellness?
Possibly by the litre of water, box of almonds and Arbonne literature I am brushing up on in front of me…
Would they guess a coach of other business owners, mentor in schools?
Possibly by the Mosaic book, notes I am scribbling…
Would they guess a daughter, emotional after a fleeting visit to the mental hospital to see her Mum with Alzheimer’s? Emotional from the recognition that the Alzheimer’s, the medication or both is slowing her Mum to a state that she now needs help walking, now only babbles for communication; emotional after not being recognized as the eldest daughter of two; emotional that the holding of her hand wasn’t reciprocated, that she sat on the sofa with her back towards her; emotional at saying goodbye and the sudden multiple, featherlite kisses and clinging cuddle; emotional from looking back and seeing her Mum’s face pressed the window pane…..
Possibly, if they look in to her eyes deep enough…
Would they guess a daughter relieved that the mental hospital wasn’t like the one in Jack Nicholson’s ‘one flew over the cookoo’s nest’; relieved that the nurses are kind, caring, the salt of the earth; relieved that the lump is nothing to worry about; relieved that she is clean, washed and is safe.
Possibly… but that’s a tricky one…
Would they guess a daughter who was shocked at her Dad’s big black eye and droopy blood filled eye bag? A daughter initially shocked, but then delighted to hear that her Dad wants to travel the world, carry on the trips and adventures, find a companion and live again? A daughter who just wants her Dad to live the rest of his life having fun, being a Granddad and doing whatever the hell he likes! A daughter who believes that her Dad is a hero for spending over 8 years caring and living the only life he could while looking after his wife with Alzheimer’s….
Possibly… but I doubt it!
Would they guess a friend who has had a lovely day catching up with friends – fresh juices and future plans; a cheeky bottle of sauvignon on Putney wharf…
Possibly? … and now I am paranoid, is the smell of booze from me?! Or is it the man opposite?!
Would they guess a wife still smiling at the recollection of a dinner ‘a deux’, burgers and beers, snoozing on the sofa in the flat of many memories?
Possibly … as the corners of my mouth turn up as I think of this..
Would they guess a Mummy excited to get home to give her two blond babies death by kisses?
Possibly … my mouth turns up even more!
Or would they just see a girl, a woman… with short brown hair in a pink jumper and fish on the end of her necklace?