I'm too old for this - In the name of Thiago - Day 42
So I published
yesterday’s blog just as my training mate Steve and his good lady Sarah turned
up at the house last night with Elisa, who had been round their gaff after
school.
Within minutes it was
obvious where last night was heading and we were all powerless to stop it! Dad sat
with us right up until about half eleven being extremely disciplined staying on
the apple and raspberry juice. I’ve got to say, I admired his discipline and I’m
sure he was fairly amused by the rapid deterioration of the four of us sat
round him.
Christ alive did I pay
for all last night’s frolics today though. People have said to me that I should
be careful with my relationship with alcohol while I’m still in the early
stages of my grief for Thiago. But while I do have the occasional bosh up (and
yesterday’s was completely spontaneous I might add in my defence!), I am certainly
not reaching for the bottle on a regular basis.
Drinking for me is a
way of socialising. When I’m on my own though I don’t crave it, so I’m happy that
I’ve got the balance about right.
Angelica has gone to
see her friend Elisangela down in Bedford today. Every now and again she has a
weekend away meeting up with some her Brazilian friends, it’s been a while since
we hosted one at ours – it was always tricky with Thiago being in and out of
hospital – but sometimes she takes a well-deserved bit of time out for herself.
Angelica spends most
of her life giving her time to others so I’m always happy to see her letting
her hair down, I just hope that she’s able to relax, which is something that
she finds so hard to do.
With the good lady away
and Storm Dennis brewing up nicely, it seemed like a good time to spend the
afternoon at the cinema. Apparently I had promised Elisa that I would take her
to the pictures yesterday, unfortunately I couldn’t remember doing that so had
to take her word for it.
Elisa is so adept at
recognising opportunity, I think she could go into business quite easily if she
knocks the idea of being a zookeeper on the head. She likes asking me things
when I’m in a slightly altered state at home and so I’m even more incapable
than usual of arguing my case.
Anyway Dr Doolittle
was fun enough although I spent most of the film being annoyed with myself for
not being able to remember Robert Downey Junior’s name. I also felt the eyelids
closing a couple of times as well so yesterday was definitely taking its toll.
I’m getting on so much
better with Dad now, which is a blessed relief. I’m feeling far more confident as
well that his health is going to hold up for a while longer. Just need to get
him out and about taking walks again as he’s been, shall we say, fairly dormant
this week. That will come though and we are getting there!
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