The Holiday – Part 16

But before gin comes Mamie’s holiday first aid treat…


Cool-shower on raw skin. Mothers running commentary – last time I saw skin like that it was on oor Maggie efter the loft burst an aw they glass fibres went intae hur bed. In fact ye look lik yon cratur fae the co-op – ye jnow the wan – aye – ye ken – that wan thit hud the 3rd degree burns. Yur a bluidy eejit. Whit did ye no jist ston in it the gate fur?

I am wrapped in my Mothers rough bath sheet. Clobbered by her tongue. This is the language of love I say to myself. The love that chaffs and rubs. Burnishing till it brands.

Cocktail of anti-histamine. Witch hazel and aloe vera gel. Paracetamol. Gin and tonic.

Mother is good to herself on holiday. She brings out her Bombay Sapphire Gin. Exotic turquoise in the softening twilight of the cottage. Cuts me slices of lime. Tops up with Fentimans tonic water. And shop bought ice.

Deep sigh…

… and I reflect that if it wasn’t for the flayed skin I might even have been able to relax and enjoy…