Old Green Fingers Is Back

It is good just to kick back and be able to update my blog, McFizzer is in the kitchen clearing up after breakfast – he will make someone a lovely wife - lol.

It feels like ages since I had the time to sit here at my workstation and just catch up. This is probably the best that I have felt in a long time although the hollow in the pit of my stomach is ever present, that aching void of loss. Pictures of mum and dad sit on the shelf above my head and Lilly holds her rightful place just to the side of my screen pouting back at me with one of those typical expressions she always used when taking a pic of herself. She was such a fun sister – we always just got along – no arguing and constantly there for each other at times of crisis, you know stuff like trouble with boys or covering for each other or just someone to talk to on a rainy afternoon. She was so kind and sweet and I miss her dreadfully.

McFizzer enters my bedroom and breaks my train of thought which is just as well as thinking about Lilly never results in me feeling any better about myself. “It’s a beautiful day Tavis do you fancy a stroll into town? It has been a while since I visited the 21century and it would be nice to take a look around”.

“Do you think it is safe? i ask, "Drufus could be anywhere.”

“Well it is up to you but we have been here nearly five days and I don’t think it is good for you to stay cooped up here brooding and I doubt that even Drufus would try anything in public in broad daylight.” McFizzer looks out of the window across the road towards the garden opposite, “what is it with people and gardening - I just don’t get it?”

I laugh, “That’s Mr Dennison he is a bit of an obsessive with his garden, - actually he is pretty much obsessive about everything.”

“Strange.” McFizzer draws closer to the window and stares at Mr Dennison, “Such an odd pastime I prefer to see everything Au naturel – as nature intended - in the flesh so to speak”.

“Man he is only cutting the grass,” I chuckle and log off………………