Seeing as you’ve lost my address and fone number I thought I may as well send it to you along wi a letter full of tripe! ….first break…just going for my bath….back soon.
I’m back. Gave the dead-ends a walloping as well. Maybe I should take a wee course in shoemaking, it’s the only thing I don’t do.
Just been thinking, I forgot to tell you on the fone, I joined that ‘FRIENDS REUNITED’ on the net. It lists all the people who join and you get to see what your old schoolmates have been up to. Its free to see and register, but if you want any contact you have to pay £5 for the year. I paid because I saw my first boyfriend’s name up…remember William McSherry? You lot made me kiss him through the railings between the boy and girls playgrounds in Sir Jakes! I think I was about 13! I remember being really embarrassed. So I emailed him, telling him what I remembered and he emailed back! He said he remembered a lot worse events from his school days and that a kiss should be one of the nicer memories. He’s in New Zealand, got his own business, a wife and 2 daughters coming up to 17/19 I think. He also told me that he’d bumped into an old schoolmate a few years ago who told him that 4 people from his class were dead! Remember when I was down at yours we were talking about reunions and wondering what happened to people. You should have a go. Get access to the net and type in ‘friends reunited’ and register all your schools, with the year you left. You can also do work, big companies.
I’ve had loads of work this week, so next month’s wage should get me out of debt…well the debt I pay…I mean there’s debt you forget about and debt you run away from. Mind you, I think most of mine’s fell so far behind me I can completely forget about it. When I move it’ll be another fresh start! Well, time for another break, I’ve got to go and tape something for claire…I’m always late taping things for her she goes mad. Time also for a cappichino with scoooshy cream.
I’m watching Kevin Costner and nipping in here to write this. Adverts are over, I’ll be back.
That film, ‘A Perfect World’ it’s really scary…the thought of that kid with a man who doesn’t know if he’s bad or not. The whole way through it you like him and accept his faults, like murder, but then it hits you. Makes you think about how much you let people away with, how much you forget. I was watching Law and Order last night and a woman mentioned date-rape and how she’d always thought it was her own fault. I remember that happened to me, but I wasn’t traumatised, I just shrugged it off and learned a lesson. And Roseanne used to berate me for laughing at her cause it happened to her in my house. We were young then, and thought that a woman changing her mind half-way through had to just get on with it. Well, I think I must’ve thought that. I don’t know. How’d this get so serious? And now I come to think about it, when it happened to me it was in Barbara’s house and she laughed at me when I told her about it, she said I imagined it, or that I was drunk and it hadn’t happened like that. I remember I couldn’t look at the guy again. We used to see him in our local pub. She’d talk to him, but I wouldn’t even look at him or acknowledge him.
It’s late now. I’ve been watching the last ever episode of the Xfiles…the last words ‘maybe there’s hope’. Not a chance in hell is what I say…we’re all doomed!!!
God, that page ended on a depressing note! Think I’ll go to bed now and read my Charles 11 biography…that’s depressing too! Think I’ll aim for a long and rambling letter. Back soon.
It’s Monday now. Had a good day at college. My throwing is getting better. I was on the wheel today, threw 2 bowls….bloody near perfect! And a pretty good mug too. Some days everything you do ends up in the slush pile. I’ll make you something and bring it down when I pass through on my way down to Devon. What do you want? Interesting mugs, nice fruit bowl, soup bowls? I’m getting really quite good. All the family have had to put up with mad presents over the past 2 years…crazy looking cups and bowls, pot-holders, ash-trays ‘n God knows what else. One of the modules is photography…that’s amazing, watching the picture come up on the paper. I’m getting quite good at that too. I bought an old manual camera with a gigantic zoom lens on the internet for £25! With a leather carrying case too, and it works great. Been taking black n white photos and developing them at college. Haven’t done colour, that’s too expensive for the college.
I haven’t phoned Christine yet…keep forgetting, and then you said she was probably going down to Wales this weekend. I’ll try and remember tomorrow night when I get back from my wee computer class. Must get there early tomorrow and see if my stuff has been sold on ebay; I trade on the net, mostly old books, sometimes it can be quite profitable! I once sold a book for £75! I found it in a second-hand shop, probably paid 30p for it! Haven’t been that lucky again. Got around £15 for a few others. But it’s still worth it if you’re only paying pence for them…the buyer pays the postage, so you’re always making a few pounds.
Well, gotta go n do some homework.
I’m trying to make myself go and make those christening gowns, some are cut out…it’s just starting it. I know I’ll be alright when I get into it. I’m dreading the selling bit, I hate selling. When they’re made I’ll have to try and sell them won’t I? There’s no getting away from it. I wish there was some getting away from that bloody sofa and that TV!
Talking of getting fat….I think I’m going to try that atkins diet you were talking about. Must get a copy of it. Meanwhile, I’ll stop eating bread and potatoes for now. I can’t afford a lot of meat, so I’ll have to go at it slowly till I can, then I’ll fill the freezer with chicken breasts and the cupboard with jars of lovely rich sauces. I bought to tins of Homepride today, buy 1 get 1 free. It’s a start. I’ve recently discovered that bread and potatoes are giving me really bad heartburn, so I’ll be glad to see them go.
Don’t worry about writing back, I’m just writing because I can type as fast as I think, if I had to write by hand you wouldn’t be getting a letter like this! My handwriting quickly disintegrates into a straight line and even I can’t read it! Well I suppose I’d better finish this and post it before it’s a novel. I’ll phone you soon. Send me your mobile number and we can txt…not that I ever have any money in that phone, but I’ll send you the number of my work phone and we can txt. Bye for now hen.