Sunday Dinner with the family

Sunday dinner at The Wellsway, a nice English country pub past Dundry. Two reasons to celebrate. Abby's 15th birthday and My Bro's family (in-laws)over from Taiwan. Dinner was good but I had this lush home made brandy snap basket with liquer ice-cream for dessert.Delicious. Feel good today. Abby's jacuzzi party with her father passed without a hitch. Breaths a sigh of relief. Though Marie did tell me she'd rang him to sort him out. Good girl!

Danz and my brother's Mum-in-law from Taiwan. They love Danz

15 or 51 that is the question! The eternal birthday that keeps going.......

My Brother, Camille his wife and her visiting Family from Taiwan (my dad's head!) Jerry and Julie are getting married in January in Taiwan. Julie was lovely. Very cool.

Scammed

I have had the most worrying day indeed. The day itself was nice. We went out to dinner with my sister in law's Taiwan relatives. They were lovely. Then me and Danz hit the garden. Planted bedding plants, mowed the lawn and dug up mud. I am knackered! But really good.
No the problem was eBay.
This morning I got an email from a guy asking if the mobile phone I was selling could be posted to London.
Hmm I thought. Strange (not selling anything atm) but must be a crossed email.
Then I get an email from eBay thanking me for changing my email address.
Warning bells rang and I reread the first email and tried to access my account. At first I got in.
I found two items for sale on my account I hadn't placed. Two lots of ten mobile phones. Top of the range with a 24 hour auction and starting price of 100 pounds. So there's at least 2 grand straight away.
I followed the eBay scamming instructions and cancelled those sells but infront of my eyes as I was cancelling those, two more popped up. This time with 20 mobile phones for sale on each. Then they must have changed my password and I couldn't access the account at all.
I emailed eBay and got this reply.

It appears your account was taken over by a third party, and used to place several unauthorised listings. Additionally, the email address on your account may have been tampered with, which is why you may not have received an email about these listings. We have restored your eBay account at this time.

But imagine if I'd gone away and not checked my account or emails. They'd have got away with thousands.
I was a bit freaked but later became even more freaked. I got an email from eBay.

Verify your identity.

Dear eBay member,

All information is required and is kept confidential in accordance with our Privacy Policy.

Due to recent activity, including possible unauthorized listings placed on your account, we will suspend any activity on your account in order to allow us to investigate this matter further. If you believe that this action may have been taken in error, or, if you feel that your account may have been tampered with, please respond to this message so that we can provide additional information and work with you to resolve this issue. Go to link below and login to your account:

It then asked me to supply my full details. Including stuff like bank details, card numbers, pin numbers, number I use to get money from cash machines.
Now my mate Steve has always told me that eBay will NEVER ask for bank details via email. So I didn't fill anything in. But you know what has upset me? That their little scam didn't work so they immediately tried to rescam me.
How did they get my eBay password in the first place? I don't feel secure online anymore.

Thursday's Good Mother

Thursday night was the Bristol school's combined choir evening. An event I usually avoid. Why? Dunno, I know I should be proud etc but I get restless, but to support her we went. I made Abby go, she wasn't keen at all. It was a damn hot day. The Colston Hall was full to bursting. We could only get seats upstairs, then we had to sit by this very disabled lady who could hardly move. How she got upstairs is unbelievable and it meant we were trapped there then. It was so hot and so squashed I felt faint. But it was a good night and the kids were lovely. See I'm a good mum :P

Danz sat in the front row right at the end with her school mates. She loved it! I felt a bit nostalgic for her. Some of her friends from her original infant school were there playing the recorder (eep). She was thrilled to see them and I met some of the parents outside that I hadn't seen for years. I had a nice hug from one dad.
I feel lots better this week you know. More whole. Feels good.

Hello strangers

You know what? About Tuesday I went to write something here and stopped. I thought, why am I doing this? Am I some megalomaniac that thinks people are in any way interested in your life? Also things this week have been quite personal and I think I make myself too accessible to people somehow. I think it may be a phase. I'd started thinking people were looking at me when I was out. Everytime I turned around someone was staring at me. I'd assumed it was because I was a freak, ugly etc you know the score. But today a very trendy young shop assistant who was chattering on and on about last night with her mate suddenly turned to me and said "I do like your top, it's really cool". That innocent little remark made my day.
Yesterday I had my treadmill ECG. A rather exhausting procedure when a stripped to the waist Trin was forced to run on a treadmill for 15 minutes at a pace of some Olympic runner. The cardiac technician was also rather attractive and I was pissed I didn't wear one of my more alluring bras. Oh well!
I also had a letter from my GP when I got home addressing the blood taking issue. He was rather bullish and unmoving. Told me to basically shut up moaning and make an appointment. Ah yet another doctor I shall never visit again. Gradually filling my list.
Ok forget all that. Think about this scenario ok?

Your 3 year old child is unwell. Chronically unwell. You go to your GP. He doesn't think he's ill enough to be admitted to hospital right away but decides he needs to be seen on an emergency clinic by a consultant within a week.
Oh got it?
So, you get a phone call from a nurse, explaining she was calling on behalf of the consultant and he can fit you in on Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon. Any time within 1pm and 3.30 pm. You can choose.
Is your answer
A, Yes. I can make any day
B, I can only make Weds
or C, I work every day 8-6pm. What provision do you make for working parents.

I wanted to say. What provision do you make as a working parent for your sick child. Unbelievable. Do we do evenings or weekends? FFS Mrs this is the NHS!!

What an eventful little day

Today was Trin revisits the Psychiatrist mark 2.
Another day another dollar. Yet again a different woman Doctor. But at least this time, I felt her confidence and presence and the meeting went well. I also feel that I put my point across and was heard. A positive experience (did I just say that? Wow)
Another revelation today was that, all during the time in Manchester last week when money was tight, infact I didn't realise that the bank had reissued my credit card with a three and a half grand limit. FFS are they trying to kill me?
Trouble is that today the thought of that card has made me quite happy. I was more motivated. I went to the optician and got those damn glasses I'd broke last month repaired.... I went out of the house for a purpose other than work or the doctors. Wicked wicked money the root of all evil.
I had to look after my mum's dog today. Lucy. I hate dogs. Though Lucy is quite easy really, if greedy and naughty sometimes. I went and collected her after Abby's counseling and dropping 'Miss I hate school', to school. She sat on the back seat and went to sleep. (nice life) I got home, went in. Did some housework. Wrote an email. Then nipped into my neighbour. I was chatting to her on the doorstep. She said "Got your mum's dog today then?"
I thought, WTF is she talking about? Then followed where she was looking and spotted Lucy in the car. Fuck. I'd forgotten her. Am I crap? My memory is terrible. Ha! She was ok though. But I did tell Abby and she told my Mum.... Tell tat.
The day moved on. Next I find out from a mate that My Ex Husband had a major fit about me taking the Kids to Manchester last week. I apparently hadn't asked him permission to take them out of Bristol.
He was furious that I'd afforded the train fare when he'd given me an extra Tenner towards Danz camp. And where the hell had I found a friend in Manchester? Better not have been from the bloody internet. Evil vile thing. For all he knows we were probably involved in some satanic sex club exploiting young children. He was livid. Jerk.
Then, oh god then we have the great party trouble. Remember this weekend is Abby's party...At her dads.
For the first time ever she decided she wanted her party over there. At first I was a bit taken aback. Then after much discussion with my closest and dearest Oracles, I thought ok. Remember the last party here (eek) he's paying for it. He has the 'Hot Tub' in the back garden. The five bed house. The desirable estate. Ok, go with it Trin.
But today. Two days before the event, trouble starts. She calls him. She asks if they can all go swimming Saturday morning. And there comes the misunderstanding. He'd assumed that after he collects them at 8pm Friday night...They arrive at his house and go straight to bed. Get up at 8am get dressed and he brings them back here by 9am. After all, his step kids have Rugby in the afternoon.
So she told him to forget it. Had a massive freak out, sobbing that if she was good enough he'd do stuff for her.
Then a panic stricken hour worrying about what we were going to do with the girls Friday night, Amy's bought a new swim suit... Oh god. A mess. Danz was furious her dad had upset her sister's birthday (see they don't hate each other). Neither was ever going to see him again. And you know. I was feeling good today. In an attempt not to stain my good mood (if a bit fluffy) I tried to stay impartial. Now if you're a mum you'll know that when your kids are upset, so are you. It's just nature.
So the git phones back. First he tries to absolve himself of any blame. Then he acts like he wasn't aware of what he was expected to do. Then he calls again to ask Danz to a BBQ on June 19th. She told him we were busy (t4 on the beach) and Danz heard his GF yell in the background... "Yeah right they're too busy for you on FATHERS DAY"
Fathers Day? Don't expect me to remember that. I forgot the dog in the car ffs.
Then he calls again. He says ok...He'll take Abby and her friends swimming Saturday morning and bring them back at 12 but he hasn't old his GF yet.
Abby says she'll think about it and just when I was beginning to think I was in an episode of Hollyoaks, she decides ok. Shame to disappoint everyone. So she agrees to go. So now we're back to square one and I get 48 hours of her worrying that it will all go wrong again blah blah.
I am still detached and feeling ok. But mainly die to the fact that I can't stop sneezing , hayfever? At 9pm? Ahh actually I remembered, I'm allergic to dogs. Must have just kicked in. I took a pill and stuffed a tissue up my nose. Danz finds the cat in the fridge eating the chicken remains, if only she could work out how to make the spray cream come out.
I need sanity. And it comes in the form of a phone call from a mate. A special mate. Short conversation. I'm an adult again. Cool.
Now I'm watching Sugar Rush and damn it's good.
xxx

Girls & Corpses

Girls & Corpses

A new must have publication out. Wonder if my sister can get it from WHS head office?

A slight difference hunny

Abby: what's ovulate?
Me: what?
Abby: that advert for a ladies shaver, it says what face do you make when you ovulate
Me: Do you mean epilate?

Silly

I did something so stupid today, well last night actually.
I lit some candles. Sunday night, chilling etc etc. Patti bought me this sweet candle in a long glass with roses around it. Scented and very pretty. Last night I lit it but the wick was too small and it didn't take properly.
I lit some other tee-lights which at about 11pm were dead. I saw the little puffs of grey smoke.
I checked them and went to bed. Today went to work, came home about 4pm. Made tea. Sat down and noticed some black on the candle Patti bought me. I went over to check and too my horror it was lit. The wick had positioned itself by the glass at the back so I couldn't see it obviously. It had burnt about 3/4 way down and the glass was black and the wall paper behind it was slightly singed.
It was lucky that it hadn't burnt the house down, anything could have happened. The cat knocked it over...The wallpaper set alight.
How stupid of me.

the ultimate keyboard

Das Keyboard - UberGeeks Only
OMG a keyboard with the ultimate look in sleekness, but wait! It has no numbers or letters on it?
Wouldn't suit the one fingered typer then would it now? Which is most of the girls in work.

Christian activists attack Ford Motors

Ford attacked for promoting Homosexuality:

"The group also complained that had Ford sponsored gay pride celebrations, advertised in gay-oriented publications and was redefining the definition of the family to include homosexual marriage, Randy Sharp, the organization's director of special projects, said Tuesday."

What a lot of trash. Why don't they spend their time and money and doing some real good in the world. It needs it.

Always knew Clarrie's car was gay. (love it!)

Here I go again....

I think I'm an impatient Diva. But I can't help it.
This morning I rushed like crazy to get ready for work, drop Abby off and get to the doctors for these sodding blood tests.
I arrived at the treatment room bright and ready. Now what does the word reception mean to you? Meet, greet? Welcome? All correct. Now try the word receptionist. Welcoming, helpful.
No those words don't appear to apply to most of the receptionists in my health centre (there is one. Just one whose really quite nice there)
I stood at her desk. She sat at the other side punching something into her computer. She could see me standing there. But she didn't acknowledge me. Her eyes stayed fixed on the screen. Then she shuffled some paper. Someone came in and said good morning to her...A nurse I think. She turned her chair away from me and her face lit up. She started talking to this person. She turned back, I saw her lift her eyes slightly and a slight jolt as she saw my uniform. After a final tap on the PC she looked up.
'Yes?' she said.
I need some bloods taken I told her and passed the form my GP had given me.
'Well we have no appointments left today' she told me.
I told her that they were urgent and the gp wanted them done today.
'Didn't you know we work on an exclusive appointment system only?' pursed lips.
Duh no you stupid bitch........ ' No I didn't sorry' sweet smile.
'When exactly did he give you this' she waved the form.
'Friday' WTF? What's it to do with her? I start to feel myself bristle. The hairs go up on the back of my neck.
'why exactly do you want to know' I retorted.
'No reason' she said.
'So you aren't able to do them?' I asked.
Now I am dangerously close to an emotional blow out. It's taken me quite an effort to go there. Yet again another prodding, poking, questioning. Different people who don't know me from Adam. Staying calm and reasonable.
'ok forget it' I turned and began to walk away.
I heard her choke a little behind me. She said something. But I was gone. Free.
I walked back to the GP's section. The receptionist I liked was there. I asked her for some paper and wrote a note to the doctor telling him I wasn't able to do it and why.
Then I walked out and started to cry. Frustration mainly. Now I had to go to work. I phoned Lyn on the mobile and she said chill, we'll do them here no problems. But my manager wanted to call the health centre and complain.
Thing is though, I'm not sure how much interpretation of her negative behaviour was down to my extremely negative and petulant persona when faced with having to do anything with my health.
But I am sure that I do not greet people like that. That I always smile and am always helpful. Today I spent hours sorting out things for individual patients. Phoning and organising, giving my name out. Being accountable for my actions and facing the general public with an attitude that frankly didn't sneer because I was at one side of the desk and they the other.
I guess I am the nightmare patient. Hands up, I admit it. But don't shoot me.

Roses and Neighbours

My Neighbour V text me this morning and asked how I was doing. I told her I was a bit flat, she said she was a bit lonely too. Bless her. Then a bit later she turned up at the door with some Roses for me. Beautiful red roses. She's so lovely. I'm so lucky to have her next door. Never intrusive but always there. The other side are having a hum dinger of a row tonight. Least I don't have to cope with relationship arguments! I was reading today that America are airing their first condom adverts this week. It seems we are airing erectile dysfunction adverts this week too. Danz was watching BB earlier, she saw the stupid water fight, grown adults acting like idiots and then the can't get it up advert. Educational? Debatable

Attention The Sun

Bailey has Rod Hull's Emu in her fur. Anyone want to buy the story for a grand?

Castle Hamster

Hampy has a new cage. Well new state of the art pad if truth is told. It's called 'The Castle' and is quieter and less messy than the previous budget home. The packing tape on the tubes is a precaution against marauding kitties who try to tip over stuff to shake out hampy so they can eat him. Bailey loves the new home and sits for ages staring at it. Planning her attack on the castle. The pets in this house have a better life than the humans.

unpredictable

I've had a weird weekend. If any of you read my post Saturday that I later took off, you may understand. A mix of sadness, grief and loss of control. A complete loss of control at 4am Saturday morning but I drew back in and sorted it, with minimal distruption to those around me. I hope. I do need help. I do need more than I'm getting. But at the end of the day it's ok. All is well, I'm tired and fluffy round the brain. A bit more aware that I can't do it alone. But I'm kinda looking forward to the future a bit more.
I spent the day thinking of future things. Going back to Manchester this summer maybe (if Clarrie will have us!) I want to take the train to Liverpool. See where the Beatles started.
Go to London and visit the museums again. I bought tickets for Witchfest. Shay's coming with us this year. I got train tickets so I don't have the stress of driving for nine quid! that railcard is so ace.
Then I also got tickets for T4 on the beach. The line up was too tempting. I just hate June Sarpongo with a passion. She's a jumped up little tart. Never mind I can ignore her bits. It's on the beach in Weston, so not too far from here. Shaly's coming there as well. So we got lots to look forward too. We're all going to be ok.

Bailey is dead Jealous

Cat with Jesus in his fur
My sister told me about an article in the Sun Yesterday about Brandy the cat and his remarkable coat of fur

"Mike McGregor of Edinburgh was stunned when he took a good look at her fur - as he suddenly realised he was staring at an image of Jesus! The seven year old cat seems completely oblivious to his holy mark of approval. He enjoys relaxing in the couple's conservatory. "

I've stared closely at Baileys coat and there's a faint image of Blackpool Pleasure beach in there somewhere. Will that do?
(actually the fur above reminds me of groucho Marks not Jesus at all!)

Skoobies Galour

Danz says Look Clarrie..Even YOU can make these Scoubies or mebbe these Skoobies?

Big Baby Girl

Abby loves the sand!! Lala looks worried that she's going to take all her sand!

Money confusion

I got sent home from work today. Actually they made me an appointment for the doctor and sent me home 40 minutes before it so I couldn't escape.
Why? I don't really know. I was quiet I think. Pale and had high blood pressure. I also couldn't remember the lock code to the staff room. I've worked there for years but the code is completely gone.
When I finally got home I had four letters from the bank. So I rang them (see I took some advice) and told them that I was a single mum, bi-polar a bit confused and was trying to sort stuff out but I couldn't understand these letters.
So she said, hang on. It appears we are charging bank charges on top of bank charges. They're taking money, then when there's not enough money to cover the direct debits charging another 40 quid on top. So she transferred me to another department. So I tell the tale again. All over. The man sounds disinterested, then at the end tells me it's the wrong department. So I started to cry and he transferred me to another department. So I tell it all over again. The guy looked at my account. Since May 14th they have charged me a whopping three hundred and eighty pounds in bank charges. I have no idea why. But he said hang on I'll see if I can sort it. Then he came back, he said he'd increased my overdraft by £380. That should cover it.
Then he asked me what I'd spent yesterday, seemed to tot something up. Gave me some figures and said thanks for calling.
I actually feel like sitting with a large bottle of wine and crying into the glass because my head is so mixed up. Everyone is worried about me, except me. I thought I was ok. I thought I was level this week.
Then I'm so confused about the bank.
Next week, I got to see the GP again, the psychiatrist and the cardiologist. Am I just some total car wreck? All those people, asking me questions and prying.
Gonna lie down now.
Sorry for being moany.
xxx

Blah Blah Trin

You know what? I'm really feeling quite drab and dull this week. I guess I'm having a stable level phase. Something to grab onto I guess but as ever never happy. I hate the lows. The lows leave me prosrate and face down in the mud . But those oh so elusive highs are so fantastic. Like roller skating off a cliff at 150 miles per hour. But then it all gets jumbled up and then the great decline. But this is a level period and I feel dull. I can't win can I? Dull Trin. Two people called me today and both seemed bored with me, wanted to get off the phone asap. Now I think that in reality it wasn't me but their own shit happening. But my heart says it's me. If I was bubbly and interesting. If I was the Trin I was 18 months ago. The Trin with lots of people to talk to, the Trin who was vivacious and daring and Brave. That Trin they'd have died to talk to. Now I haven't got a lot to give.
Today I had palpatations at least I think they were. They made me feel faint and ill, but now I'm not sure that they weren't in my head.
And then there's my attitude with the girls. It's always me and Abby vs Danz or me and Danz vs Abby and then last night when I was mad with Danielle it was Abby and Danz vs me. Why do we have to be vs any of us. Why can't it be us three girls vs the world?
And I know it's my fault. I'm manipulative and cruel at times.
I just remembered something. A kid got off the train at Cheltenham yesterday and as he passed our seats he yelled to his mate "check I haven't left any of my shit on the seat back there"
Danz was horrified. She's not got the lingo yet.
I asked Abby today what she thought of Manchester. We live in a very predominantly white area of town. I was interested in what she thought, I'd so hate any of my kids to be racist or predudiced against any one.
Manchester is so Cosmopolitan compared to Bristol.
I said there was far more ethnic groups there. Danz picked up on it and said she'd find the names hard to remember, but I guess if she was at school there she'd get it easily. But Abby just didn't get it. Finally I said..There's far more black and Asian etc families there. She said she didn't notice any black people.
I was a bit cross with myself that I'd brought it up with her, but I was interested in her response.
But to Abby, skin colour doesn't come into it. She didn't note any difference at all. Isn't that a great hope for the future? Live and let live. No live and help to live. Right.
God I ramble on don't I?
I wish you could talk back to me blogger and challenge me. I wish you could slap me sometimes when I'm being silly. There's a thought for Bill Gates. An interactive PC with slapping facility. Now that's possibly open to abuse ;P

Have I got a dirty mind? Or does anyone else think these kiddie sweets name is a bit... well rude? 

Not my Cats

Seems my cats were a bit naughty when I was away. My neighbour (the lush one) said on Tuesday night she put her 4 year old to bed and was downstairs watching TV. After about an hour she heard him wandering down the stairs.
"Mummy" he said "I got someone in bed with me"
First she laughed and then got worried and ran upstairs to have a look. It was Bailey. In his bed cuddled up to him watching TV.
A bit later the neighbour the other side appeared to have been knocked down. She was hysterical apparently and took him to the PDSA (she borrowed my cat box from my mum) I had to get the box back today to take Kizzy for her annual Booster **
She told Abby at that time that the cat hadn't been knocked over but one of my cats had attacked hers.
I was horrified. If it was I was in no doubt it was Taylor. I was worried she was going to ask me for money for the vet bill.
Then tonight she came in to retrieve the cat box to take the injured cat back to the PDSA tomorrow. She told me the vet bill was over 600 quid (but they don't have to pay because they're on the sosh) then told me the culprit was BAILEY....WTF!

** Fun and games getting Kiz to the vets. She would not get in that cat box today. Finally I stuffed her in backwards. Then she wouldn't come out. The vet was called Oliver and was lovely with her. Restoring a small amount of faith in that Vets practice (mind it cost me 50 quid) he went out of the room to get the scales. She's a kilo underweight. When he came back in she hid behind the box. She was so funny. The receptionists are still snotty cows though. It's as if your presence stops them from working...Hello you lot. We are the work!

internet protocol

Down Syndrome Dolls and anatomical teddy web site

Does anyone know if you have to have permission to create a link to their website? This site was sent on the PopBitch newsletter, I can see why tbh. But the site owner has this threat on it to sue anyone who hyperlinks to it. Probably red rag to a bull (the bull being popbitch). Not sure what to make of the dolls but I do have two thoughts.
One: is why not?
Two: is why dress them like they're circus freaks?
The anatomical teddy is cool. We have one in work. He's got all his bits inside but sadly someone stole his tonsils.
Did you know they're doing a very worthwhile study on tonsil tissue (with written permission from the pt) in the UK in connection with CJD?
But I don't think it was those ppl who took his tonsils somehow.

A moan

I'm not in the best of moods. I'm dog tired from yesterday. My hip hurts a lot from all the train sitting and housework today. It's not sunny here but it's close. Very sticky and muggy. The girls being teens and on school holidays are making mess everywhere. I want it all to look tidy so I can chill but I can't chill in mess (any mess at all) plus what with camp and going away and school holidays where they wear more clothes than cat walk models, the washing is endless.
I need to take Kizzy to the vets. I'm worried about her weight. She's so tiny. Bailey is twice her size and half her age. I couldn't get an appointment with the new small pet vet I wanted so have to return to the money grabbing Highcroft that I hate.
There's work men painting the outside of the house. They keep traipsing through the hallway and knocking on the door. Now I'm grateful for the attention to the house but today I'm not in the best frame of mind.
Plus we have Big Brother on 24/7 here and they are all pissing me off....Bickering and being nasty and it seems to have become an extension of the home. My God they were easier as babies. I never thought I'd say that and I'd always laugh when people said wait till she's 15 but it's all true.
Now she's found a recipe for Yum Yums and wants to make them. Oh heck, save me from school holidays.

Trains vs teens

Why are some people so thick?
We're home. The girls are sad, I'm pleased to get back and check on the cats. Kizzy took a while to come back in but it was a relief when she did.
The train journey was an experience. Manchester to Birmingham was ok. But Birmingham to Bristol?...yeuk. It was rush hour. We arrived in Brum to a sea of people trying to get on the train. The departure info wasn't THAT clear and too few screens. So we asked, found the platform and waited our train. It arrived and tons of people pushed on, trying desperately to get infront of us. To grab that elusive seat. But we had booked seats. Now what is the train etiquette? Ignore this fact and stand up for two hours? No. They should have fecking booked wankers. So I made them move and my God, what a miserable lot. The woman in my seat said she'd got booked seats but on the next train. She'd got an earlier one though. Well love, if you want to sit down then you should have got the correct train. I have moody teen who will not stand for any reason.
Then I spot a mother asleep and her little girl running amok up and down the aisle screaming, being chased by her brother. Oh God Have I got zero tolerance or what? I sat there priding myself that my kids were NEVER like that. And they weren't. I was a very tough mum and they were always very well behaved as little kids. I sat with my smug smile on my face when a voice broke the dream "Mum tell Danielle she's being annoying"
"MUM tell Abby, she's being mean"
Bubble burst POP.
So we're home, tired and happy? well not all of us. I wasn't in here twenty seconds when.
"Mum can I sleep out in the fields with my mates?"
What?
So we've been back for less than a minute and she wants me to drive her to Whitchurch, she wants to sleep in the fields away from the houses, in the dark, with a group of other 14 year olds?
Hmmm, now part of me thinks. That's the sort of thing we did years ago. Fun and spontaneous. But then I think seriously. I live in a council estate. In those fields are probably needles and condoms. Weirdos sleeping rough, and is she 100% safe?
And another thing. Would I be able to rest knowing she's out in the open air, potentially a murder/ rape/ violence victim. This isn't exactly the nicest of areas.
So I said No...well what I said was I want to speak to every other mother, so they all know where you're going and not be pretending to sleep round another girls house. And if they all think it's safe well ok.
She didn't take me up on that one, so she'd staying home.
They miss Clarrie, they both said. Clarrie is lovely, R is lovely and Owen is cute.
Abby wants to go to Afflecks Palace again...This time with lots of cash.
Right!