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Date: 31 December 1969 23:59:59
I'm back after a weekend with my mother.
The good bit was seeing my brother and his partner who are over from France for a week. My other brother came over from Oxford for lunch at a local pub (chosen because they do food mother will actually eat).
The bad bit was mother.
No loving greeting when I arrived.
No "how are you feeling" or tea and sympathy for being ill.
Just "your stomach has got bigger, why don't you do something about it? Can't you do even a few exercises each day?"
Still, I'm back in my attic room.
And signed off for another 2 weeks.