I was in the second world war. But in France and it was modern times aswell.
I had to take my miniature baby for inoculation and give in her paperwork. While she was on a baby conveyor belt with about a hundred other babies. I had to go get my rations.
It started with our first package. Then turned into a 25 course meal where every course you had to take your plate back and wash it. Then go back to your seat and move one along the table. It was a logistical nightmare I was constantly being held up by a stupid woman who ate really slow.
I took my knitting to do while I waited and someone tried to steal my posh needles. I started to write down all the things I was going to do the culprit.
Before I took my baby in I was worried she may get mixed up with another baby. So I was going to write on her with biro, the doctor said it’d be ok. She was tiny. Like the size of the smallest Russian doll. So I got her a locket to wear to identify her. But didn’t have time to get it inscribed. So it was pointless in the end. I rued myself for my stupidity.
Gran was there but she could hardly talk and when she stopped talking her face turned into a tv screen with a static image on which something flickered every now and then. Like the screen in The Ring. She could still squeeze my hand though to answer a question. She almost squeezed my baby to bits. I couldn’t get angry though as she showed me some video of me having fun on holiday on her screen face.
