January 9th
The snow has thawed enough for me to travel to the Victorian Bathhouse. Once there, the water releases me; I dive deep and forget.
Afterwards, I visit Mum and pinch more pills from the bathroom. Does she ever think she’s going mad, taking more than she should? I’m sure she’d be too scared to tell her GP about her forgetfulness; she never wants anyone to think she’s slipping.
We don’t talk about you, or Nick. She doesn’t even ask. I smile and tell her about the sales to Greece.