Nobody Knows

I miss you, so much. I love you, right to the top.
Thank you.
Yeah, I wish I was back with you. I don’t know why I’m here. I’ve nobody to go out with, and talk to. I’ve given up hope…
I don’t blame you.
I knew it wouldn’t come off, so it’s no shock.
[Ellas captivity] It’s not being done, with my approval.
I know it’s nothing to do with you. And I want you, and it’s a free country, surely. We can do what we want.…
It’s absolutely freezing, in this bed-room. I'll be glad when I can see you.
[The quarantine and the council – no use to worry. As you say, at least, we’re happy in our love for each other – tho you are in unhappy circumstances.]
No, we don’t want any worry.… Yeah, we have, my best wee laddie – my little love. I often think about (the farm) and me and you. – When you were four or five, a little lad, running about in the yard – a grand little lad. And we were real happy, playing together.…
I would make it better, if I could, but I can’t.
I would bring you back home.
Yes, I should be living in it, now. ‘Cos I own it. [Why am I not there?]
The state is given too much power over family life. (They're making the excuse you’ve lost your memory…)
I’ve got a good memory, for my age. Everybody has a memory lapse, and they can’t lock ‘em up, because they can’t hear [or remember things].
I sympathise.
(Never mind, sympathise.) It’s a crime, in my opinion. (Down to) brass tacks: it’s wrong.