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It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

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Saturday, 23 March 2019

Counting down to getting home

Johnny being gone has made things so much less unpleasant.

Though for all that Johnny made Evelyn worse, much annoyance is still being caused.  She means well, but is a bit hit and miss about listening and very stilled at quoting or taking personal things she seriously misheard.

The good thing about this is that after years of being told I had done things so forcefully that it gave me serious doubt about my lack of memory of it, or contradictory memories, and thinking I was losing my memory of things faster than I had realised I have now seen it pretty definitely that the issue is with Evelyn misinterpretating or misremembering the world as much as any sign of early Alzheimer’s in me.

And the complete lack of listening until a voice is raised and then sulking about the fact anyone raised their voice.

I should have been more obnoxious a child so my parents gave up on making more children.  It would have been better for everyone.

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