This is the diary of a bemused Boomer. Teetering on the tightrope between the demands of his family and ageing Mother and his desire for more ‘me time’, he is trapped in No Man’s Land, a victim of the inter-generational war. Ecce homo, ecce Boomer, ecce Man in the Middle.
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No. This is not another episode in the self obsessed life of the Man in the Middle. As you will know from the last entry, my mother died in July. Since then I have been digesting what it means to lose a mother and a parent. And what her death means for this blog. MyContinue reading “School’s Out: Truants, troublemakers & Teachers’ Pets”
07.15 The bathroom is whoosily hot. As I poach myself back into the Land of the Living after an excessive Saturday bacchanal, I wonder where my toes have gone and if they will ever come back. I watch my body turn the colour of a hot cure smoked salmon and doze. 07.20 I slip underContinue reading “Merci Beaucoup”
Mother is sitting at a table by herself. Her fingers rest on the edge of a cup and saucer half full of spilt tea. Her eyes are open, and her head is tilted backwards, perhaps thirty degrees. I can’t tell if she is gazing up a slight incline towards Heaven or is asleep. Whichever itContinue reading “Chocolate: the opiate of old age”
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