The hairdryer was in the supermarket’s bargain aisle, between chainsaws and solar power lights. It was just what I wanted for Auntie.
As her unpaid carer, I tended to her every need. I also had to listen to her incessant nagging which predictably started the moment I got home from the shops. “Where have you been? Call yourself a carer! I need you in here now!”
“Just running you a bath,” I shouted back.
Twenty minutes later, I lowered her into the warm, lavender scented bath water. Letting her soak for a moment I plugged the hairdryer into a socket and switched it on.
“A present for you Auntie,” I said, and dropped it into the bath.
Born and brought up in the North of England I currently live on Tyneside. I’m interested in the dark places and situations we go through at some time or other in our lives and the personal struggle to cope with, make sense of and survive these experiences.
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