Popped out for a pint of milk, or something

Onions? I don’t remember seeing any onions? She wouldn’t be crying would she? No, don’t be silly, she makes food for the freezer all the time.

Rhubarb. Should have asked her to get out a crumble. Or apple. Ooh, or a sticky treacle pudding. Haven’t had those for ages. Or Spotted Dick to think of it. No, she’s not been herself for a while. But crying? She never cries. An ox is my Maureen. Didn’t even cry when she had Thomas, caused us a few tears since then but… I do miss him if I’m honest. Still, only a month ’til Christmas. Time flies and all that.

Suppose we’ll be sending Christmas cards out soon. Lots to organise. Never been good at organising. Leave that to Maureen. Been leaving a lot to her lately. Too much.

That’s all it is. She’s been looking tired. Early nights, that’s what we both need. Make the most of just the two of us before Thomas comes back.

Oh hello, there’s Mrs Hammond. Number 43 or is it 45? Little Scottie dog. Is that the white one? No, Westie.

Bert, you’re losing it. West Highland Terrier. The Highlands, that’s it. We must go there again, for longer this time, once Thomas goes back.

Hello, Mrs… Oh, walked straight past. Ah, I see the white earphones, must be one of those musical phones.

Maureen’s forgotten I’m out here, I bet. The only reason why she’s locked the door. But where does she think I am? Popped out for a pint of milk, or something?

The bell doesn’t seem to work, she’s not moving. I can see her clear as day.

You’d think she’d hear the knocking. Maybe she’s got the radio up too loud.

Wish we had a letterbox instead of one of those wall things, then I could at least shout through it. Seemed like a good idea when Bertie was chewing everything up.

Thomas? What are you doing home already? What’s the matter? Hello? I’m just here…

The bell’s working now. Thomas? Forgotten your key? Typical. Brain like a…

Ah good, Maureen’s heard, at last.

So how’s uni, Thomas? Have I said something to…? Hello!

Thank you, Maureen, I’ve been out here… hello! Am I invisible, or something?

Hello? I’m here! Both ignore me then why don’t you?

Ah, that’s nice, a good hug. Group hug?

Great, she’s ignoring me too.

Came as soon as you could? Why? What’s happened? Died? Who’s died? Hello? Who’s… I can’t feel my toes.

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