Last week I was very confused. On Monday, my mum went back to England. As I stood at the airport, watching her go through security (after she had chatted up the guy checking I.D’s), I felt the instant sense of being alone that you can only really feel at an airport. It was almost like being back in 1968, when I was an 8 year old kid she left standing on the steps at Boarding School, only this time I wasn’t the one crying, she was.
My mum is 80 – that’s a lot of years really. Especially if you think about all the things that have been invented in those years, and also the events that have taken place…Televisions, Video, DVD’s, CD’s, Computers, Pagers, Cell Phones, iPads …….Medical cures for so many diseases…………. World War 2, Vietnam, Korea, Gulf War, Iraq War, Nazis, Taliban, IRA……Rock and Roll, Blues, Big Band, Punk Rock, C & W, Rap, Alternative……..Washing Machines, Dryers, Vacuum Cleaners, Microwaves….sounds like a Billy Joel song….