His health — a stroke, a burst spleen — has seriously deteriorated over the past two years, although his will to live still overwhelms his body’s desire to call it a day.
Meanwhile, my darling mother, still verging on hyperactivity, screeches around the house performing her chores, swooping down on my father every 15 minutes for a spot check. ’ They’ve fought a war, after all, and have drunk seriously ever since, so they slide into the fog, mistaking a birthday for D-Day and their wife for the postman, while these poor wives, who’ve never signed a cheque, suddenly find themselves in charge.
We were driving down Pall Mall on the way back from lunch, looking at a grey London afternoon passing by. Nobody wants hysterics in this practical country world.
Nonetheless, marvellous old generals and colonels, stockbrokers and bankers with eye-patches and regimental ties, sunspots and liver spots — all the ravages of time, sun and drink — sit to attention with their mostly younger wives, pretty and resilient in the Victorian pews, as the rain pours down the windows. I wish I could say it grinds into a grandiose wall of sound and that the air throbs, but ours is an old tubercular wheezer, so it impotently tweets the introduction, with wrong notes thrown in, but Daddy’s friends make up for it.
The grim reaper can’t operate amid all this movement, so Daddy plods on.
All in all, his old age has been a great success, and I can’t find in myself a heavy heart.
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