Death Slides, Hospitals and Stroppy Family Members.

Date: 5/8/2020

I had been dropped off at the hospital as my son had an appointment. As I entered, I bumped into Jenni and her husband, Steve. They took me a ‘shortcut’ way, down this huge escalator followed by multiple death slides. We were having a whale of a time. When I finally got there, a little late, I was told that I was in the wrong department. “You need to go to the speech and language department!” The receptionist told me. “Fuck fuck sake!” I thought. “I’m going to be so late!” Next scene; My daughter was in a mood with me (again!) and had stormed off upstairs. I later found her sleeping in my bed, so I had to climb over her to get into the middle of the bed. In the morning, she was gone. I checked her room, but she was nowhere to be seen. A little while later, I drove to my mums house in hope that she’d be there, but my mum wasn’t talking to me either. She’d also stormed off to her bedroom in a strop. I vaguely remember my dad being in the background, but he didn’t say a word. He wanted to keep out of it.