I didn't immediately remember my nightmare this morning when I got up and stuttered my way through the morning. It came back to me in a flash when I was in town...and the sense of horror with it.
I can still see that unknown messenger step forward as news broke that something apocalyptic had happened.
Somewhere, somehow communication had broken down.
Simple as that.
Nobody could contact anybody by any means.
No emails, mobiles, internet, presumably no phone calls either.
It's the stuff of films and books, but this was a cruel interruption to my life. It had no immediate solution and no guarantee that one could be found. How was I going to live without external links?
Mercifully the nightmare fractured at that point...I didn't endure a prolonged sequence of distressing events which might have disturbed my slumbers, but thinking through the consequences is forming an interesting backdrop to my day.
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Middles are funny things; middle child, middle of the road, middle England, middle of nowhere..... and mothers are often in the middle of something. This one is in the middle of conjuring with some new ideas....
2 comments:
I was without the internet for at least 30 minutes, this afternoon. It was almost more than I could cope with!
Poor you. The imagination can make these thing quite unbearable. I would guess it's because you need your connections more than anything right now - I can't bear the thought that I wouldn't be able to life the phone and speak to my two children. That would be a nightmare for me too. M xx
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