the alarm goes off…i awaken in a cold sweat – it is that same old nightmare…
it is deadline time…and i have nothing left to secret-diary.
..i lie there with my heart thumping…wondering if that heart will survive my current stop-gap schtick of reviewing all the grease-traps on that street happiness forgot – lincoln rd…
..and more important – what will i do after that..?..hamilton..?
..the clock-radio has woken me..it is 10 past ten and kathryn ryan is blathering on about something or other..
..i stagger out to the kitchen..and yes..my (now vegetarian) daughter has left another of her abbattoir-photos stuck to the fridge door..
..i reflect on how it’s hard sometimes – being an old father..(and i dread the day she turns vegan..those accusing-eyes every time i cut into a block of cheese…?..spare me..!..)
..in a gesture of defiance i pull open the fridge door and stare glumly at the curled up piece of bacon and the shrivelled sausage inhabiting the shelves..i sigh..and remember i was meant to shop yesterday..being a house-husband..the days kinda blend into one another..