it became a tradition for my Dad to cook a english breakfast each morning to start off our fun filled days.
My Mum was frying the bacon this morning and sadly I did not awake in Butlins and very sadly my lovely Dad is no longer with us. I woke up so happy though and although I wish he was still here, I am so thankful for all those lovely memories. I have been a vegetarian for about thirteen years now so it is quite ironic for the smell of bacon to make me feel happy. I do not and never have missed eating it or any other meat as it always felt like a chore to eat it.
I am 36 years of age now and obviously it has been a good few years since those holidays and breakfasts. It is not the first time since then that I have smelt a breakfast cooking. So why did it bring those memories back today?
There may not be any reason at all, I suppose I could say that it is just one of those things. To me though it signifies at the very least that my brain is getting better and there is a bit more space up there for things other then concentrating on walking, moving my arm or being able to have enough concentration to engage in a "normal" conversation with people.
I seem to be finally making some progress with this brain filtering thing.
Not being able to concentrate on walking because somebody walking behind me was talking very loudly etc is luckily getting to be a thing of the past.
