Not going to divulge all the details, that would bore you and me.
Now the worst part of it all are two common comments I keep hearing...
1. "Bad things happen in threes" because that implies well now you've had one bad thing its ok, more is on the way! Just what you want to hear. However, how much of that is a self fulfilling prophecy? At the moment it would appear bad things happen in Nines, but why not Hundreds or Thousands?
2. "It'll be alright". It bloody well better be or I'm getting off this rock.
In truth I'm not really annoyed more bemused.
Time to buy a lottery ticket, can't get worse right?
About 9 years ago I was given a copy of a book called "what it feels like".
It was one of the most fascinating books I'd read and as imitation is the highest form of flattery I wrote a few pieces of my own over the years. Mostly as a bit of fun and sometime as an exercise to get through bouts of writers block. Nothing as exciting as losing fingers to frost bite (like Ranulph Fiennes) but then again I do like keeping my appendages.
Anyway here is one I wrote if anyone is interested
What it feels like to have a broken heart.
You get a stabbing pain in your chest that feels like someone is very slowly driving a blade through your ribs. Whatever was once beautiful in your mind now leads to tears and life seems like the shadow of a dream, too elusive to really remember.
You wonder if evey moment was a a twisted lie. Looking for all the hidden signs that were never there. A still hollowness takes the place of the world and all colour and sound seems some how muted. Every emotion is so intense you feel as if you are losing grip on reality, as day to day tasks require the utmost attention to barely hold on.
At points your brain plays tricks on you allowing to hope or negotiate a resolution that will restore all you've lost. The meaning in everything is faded like an old watercolour landscape. If you eat at all food becomes a daunting task, a painful necessity that does nothing to sustain you. The hollowness never abates.
All people seem like merchants of judgement and sympathy. Every word is dissected and replayed on a torturous loop until you scream inside, blaming all on yourself. Part of you wants to feel angry but another feels too guilty to contemplate this. Nothing makes any sense.
Then one day you wake up.
The pain in your chest has given way to a silent barren wasteland.
Everything is replaced by a numbness that you know isn't right but easier to bear.
Today I heard a child about 7 or 8 ask when his new baby brother was going back to the shop.
Kids, far more cunning than you want to believe.
When I was a child I'd often thought about trading my sister for a troop of Camels.
Before you judge me please note my sister is four years older than me and younger siblings should never be held to account for thinking of ways to depose their elders. Also camels would be far nicer than she and worth about £1, 000 each, I calculated that 10 would of been a fair trade.
I mentioned this to my late father once, he initially agreed and then scolded me but I knew his heart wasn't it. In reality I'm sure he really did see the sense in my scheme. As you've guessed my sister remained part of our household and I settled on stealing her shoes from time to time as compensation. I think this is a most equitable remedy.
One day I looked into our tank and there he was at the bottom, floundering and looking like breathing was painful. I thought sadly to myself that he wasn't going to make it through the week. Everyone else that saw him thought the same and then he started losing all colour. He was already about three years old and at the end of the day pet fish often die, three years was a good life span but the end was near.
Poor us, waiting everyday to see, is this the day?
That was two years ago.
Other, healthier fish came and went but not Gonzo, he keeps on going. He lies at the bottom of the tank everyday. For those fish keepers out there - its not swim bladder or an infection or any other fish aliment I can find. In fact for about one hour every evening he acts like a regular fish, doing what fish do. He even seems fine with the frogs blindly stepping on him.
Now I just take it that that he is the LAZIEST fish alive. There can't be anything wrong with him as he just keeps living!
Only one conclusion remains, I think my fish is possessed by Mumm-Ra