Ground to a standstill. The end of the summer holidays. They are too long. Its the same every year. I end up staring out of the window for days on end. Nothing gets done. I did cook a chicken for dinner, but I didn’t put it in the fridge later to save the leftovers. With the hot summer it went off, sitting on the side. Because I was too knackered to deal with it. I can’t even deal with myself. I’m skimping on tooth brushing, face washing and hair washing for both of us- me and Jack. It’s finished me off. Autism. He’s not finished me off, but the autism has.
A few years back it was continual train talk. Locations of steam locos, their numbers and gauges, their livery, their probable movements in the next few months. All very academically interesting in a steamy sort of way, and there was plenty to be had of it, that’s for sure. Draining though, day in day out, hour in hour out, minute in minute out.
Now it’s something else. Equally relentless. Equally draining.
