Tomorrow...

[johnny9fingers]

Tomorrow Poor Mad Felix goes to court at 10.00.

I shall be in the gallery, like Rose and Valerie, as the song says: but in the dock, poor Felix will stand alone.

This means I can't go with my six-month-pregnant wife when she gets her blood test at King's at 9.30. Nor can I take Steph to the Royal Marsden, for her cancer check-up after her chemotherapy at 10.00. Nor can I be at home to let my parents-in-law in when they come to paint the nursery, as they have promised, at 11.00.

I hate conflicting responsibilities, and hope I've got my priorities right. Bugger and damn. I wish I could bilocate or trilocate like some of the saints were reputedly able to do. Alas, I'm not able, and even if I were, I'd probably find some justification for bunking off all of my responsibilities and enjoying myself in all sorts of different ways simultaneously. Well, you would, wouldn't you?

Comments

[e4q.livejournal.com]

it does sound like you would be rather fated to be doing *something* responsible tomorrow morning whatever it was going to be, and i, for one, vote for poor mad felix.

i have a soft spot for him since you have been blogging about him for as long as i have been reading you, and i admire the effortlessness of your compassion for him. not to say that all you do for him is easy, or indeed any of it, but the decision to give seems to be a given, and i like that.

[abomvubuso.livejournal.com]

Man, you should be there. No doubt about that. There's no conflict. They'll understand.

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

Was there....though pregnant lasses do have their own set of values. :)

Update later, probably tomorrow, but all was well.