After the trauma of getting my head bashed up and then running away from home when I was 10 or 11 years old. Yeah I remember the hot summer of 1976. But that was all I remember of that time. I will later fill in the gaps of my life earlier.
I did not talk except very small words like " Yes, no, hello, bye etc". But I did talk a lot when I was on my own. It was bliss! That time I was living in a big motorised caravan with Winnie. I do not remember her surname. Only thing I remember is that she was Welsh, but was a teacher in Ireland. She understood me quite well and did look after me very well bless her. She was not like a mother to me, rather and old aunt who was disciplined herself and knew how to get that catholic discipline into me. She did my education a lot of good. She had lots of books and I read almost all of it. Some I did not understand, but later in life I connected the stuff together to get the full meaning.
Right, now I am living on my own and not many visitors come to visit me as I think they find me boring etc. That is ok with me as I understand that this is created by myself and there is nothing to do except go through it until I create a different one. Now a days, I seem to talk to myself more as I do things around the flat. I talk to different people, and when the other person speaks i change my accent and the sound of my voice. Wonder how it is going to be when I age more. Shite I had a letter from my Doctor asking me to come for a blood test for Liver Function. Nice.
I am a selfish person.
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