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THE WORLD'S BEST MUM
biked to ma and pa's via coffee at the Pantiles
took them to Uckfield for an eye test for mum, hoping to find why she has (much) pain behind her eye
no sign of the problem
because i biked down in leathers and boots on a very hot day, i had to borrow shorts and trainers off my dad to change in to.
my dad hasn't worn trainers for decades
the rubber sole of the dunlop trainers he leant me had gone rock hard and shiny
i was SLIPPIN and sliding round Uckfield (also known as FUCKFIELD in one of the greatest local sign additions EVA, including the F on the 'river UCK' sign that was done at the same time).
i ALMOST binned it on a pavement, slipping dramatically and surprising a lady
'YOU SCARED ME!' she declared
'i scared myself' i concurred
i bought a sun hat
back at mum and dad's home, my old home
had a doze on my old bed, in my old bedroom (decorated differently) with the windows open and the sun blasting through
was a weird teenage flashback: it almost felt exactly the same as being there 40 years ago
biked back to deepest darkest kent in rush hours
heavy traffic is ALMOST enjoyable on perou-bike
this is the key 'ring' i made mum in 1981, when i was 11 in my CDT (craft design technology o' level class) in metalwork
a heavy, awkward, stamped lump of metal that she's carried round with her ever since
she was very confused, now she isn't
now the doctors are confused
today's extra special thoughts go to CJ and her family
wishing HER mum a beautiful next life /after life / whatever kind of life follows