I was on the tram today in my own world as usual. Playing Demi Lovato on Apple music preparing me for her concert later tonight, hence the uncharacteristic earliness of todays blog. I am deciding to write it now as I want to squeeze a cheeky snooze in before I head to the gig. I’m kind of grateful I’m not particularly high maintenance. Shower, shave and I’m done. Don’t get me wrong I do care about my appearance however I just cant see the point or find the time in spending hours in front of a mirror. This is me world, love it or leave it! OK I side-tracked as usual.
I was on the tram day dreaming away this morning as I’ve never been a morning person. I find mornings such a struggle and I resent those people who bounce out of bed and are ready to rugby tackle life. I need at least an ounce of caffeine and the same amount of nicotine just to be able to function. I was thinking how I have been writing this blog for two weeks now. Its been a funny little experience. I never thought I would have had this much to say however It has been the easiest thing to write in my life. I remember those painless nights at University struggling to reach that 1,500 word count. Those nights also involved copious amounts of caffeine and nicotine.
This experience has been different. I think it has probably been a two fold attack here; Mummy is the subject matter and I could probably fill two novels worth of material about what an incredible woman she was. The other is that the words are so therapeutic. Getting them down on the page seems to transport me into another world and my fingers become possessed. It makes me feel like I’m telling a story about and to her. I do wonder what she would think of this blog? She was a very private person and would probably scold me for making it so public, however I do believe she would get the reasons behind it. Would she find it a good read? Would she think its her crazy baby boy was being random as always? I have a feeling though she might enjoy it. She was my great cheerleader so I do believe she is reading along every night with a smile.
That or she is sitting next to my Aunty growing bright red with embarrassment.
Sitting on the tram takes you to places in the morning. The literal of course but also the metaphysical. The mind wanders into lands known and not. Today I think I went to her. It made me smile today. I liked it.
A Grievers Guide to the Galaxy 
She would have liked it Michael no she would have loved it.After all its about you and her what’s not to like.take care my love talk soon xx
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