Interconnected

Thursday finds us contemplating fresh Upsideclown.

After we found the box in the attic, Janet and I took it down to Mum to see what she made of it. She didn't see it at first when she came into the kitchen, sitting there crumbling on the table with the dust motes oozing off it. But when she turned round in the middle of making a cup of tea she saw it, screamed, and fainted. I rigged up a pseudo-stretcher from the old Reclaim the Night banner in the hall, then we carried Mum into the sitting room and mopped eucalyptus tea over her brow.

George goes back to basics with the common family issues. It's a good one today, enjoy it. At Upsideclown: My Lovely Horse.