This morning

After coffee, fags and a bath, I went to the wardrobe to sort out my 'concert gear' for later. Today I'm all dressed in black and white. This choice must have been instinctive; shortly afterwards I remembered that my Mum died fifteen years ago today. It has been on my mind ever since. So much unsaid, so much undone. I now wish that we had been able to speak about things when she was alive. She wanted to but I was in complete denial. I have always known she was a good woman. That has kept me going, despite the way our lives were.