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The day is awfully long when there aren't any people in it.
You see, today Lucy and Dad went to see Kings College in London - to see if Lucy wants to apply there next year - and then to the England/Germany match this evening, so I've been alone all day except for the dog and the guinea pig.
We went to the churchyard first thing today to put some flowers down for Mum because it would have been her birthday today. It doesn't really mean much any more, if I'm honest, even though it feels like it should - it's not like she's there, anyway. I was copying out some of her recipes to put in my little notebook for this year, since I'm going to have to cook, and found a little note next to a spicy recipe to make plain chicken for me because I can't stand spicy food. It made me feel loved, it was nice.
I forgot to tell you, actually, that I had a little car accident the other day! I was trying to pull out of the car wash at the crossroads near where I live - there's this terrible hedge there, you can't see anything - and a van was coming and hit the car just next to the headlight. I was so worried the guy was going to be an asshole, because it wasn't completely my fault (that bloody hedge), but he was really nice and was more worried that I might have been hurt than anything else. He told me he'd actually swerved to avoid hitting my door full on in case he'd hurt me. As it is, the car was only scratched a bit, and I was barely jostled.
Anyway, the guy was really nice even though his van got a bit of plastic knocked off - it doesn't do anything - and his numberplate bent, and wants to sort it out without the insurance companies getting involved, which is fine by us. It also turned out that he's one of the travelling people who live - illegally, I might add - on a field in the village. Not that that means much, really, since they've not made any trouble at all since they've been here. Its the principle of the thing that makes the village dislike them - for one thing it lowers house values, and for another if you built so much as a shed without planning permission you'd have to pay to tear it down, but the've built a whole caravan park with not a word, and have been told to leave after legal proceedings and are still there. It's - well, just annoying, really.
But that was my first car accident. May I never have another, or if I do, may it go as quietly as this one has!
You see, today Lucy and Dad went to see Kings College in London - to see if Lucy wants to apply there next year - and then to the England/Germany match this evening, so I've been alone all day except for the dog and the guinea pig.
We went to the churchyard first thing today to put some flowers down for Mum because it would have been her birthday today. It doesn't really mean much any more, if I'm honest, even though it feels like it should - it's not like she's there, anyway. I was copying out some of her recipes to put in my little notebook for this year, since I'm going to have to cook, and found a little note next to a spicy recipe to make plain chicken for me because I can't stand spicy food. It made me feel loved, it was nice.
I forgot to tell you, actually, that I had a little car accident the other day! I was trying to pull out of the car wash at the crossroads near where I live - there's this terrible hedge there, you can't see anything - and a van was coming and hit the car just next to the headlight. I was so worried the guy was going to be an asshole, because it wasn't completely my fault (that bloody hedge), but he was really nice and was more worried that I might have been hurt than anything else. He told me he'd actually swerved to avoid hitting my door full on in case he'd hurt me. As it is, the car was only scratched a bit, and I was barely jostled.
Anyway, the guy was really nice even though his van got a bit of plastic knocked off - it doesn't do anything - and his numberplate bent, and wants to sort it out without the insurance companies getting involved, which is fine by us. It also turned out that he's one of the travelling people who live - illegally, I might add - on a field in the village. Not that that means much, really, since they've not made any trouble at all since they've been here. Its the principle of the thing that makes the village dislike them - for one thing it lowers house values, and for another if you built so much as a shed without planning permission you'd have to pay to tear it down, but the've built a whole caravan park with not a word, and have been told to leave after legal proceedings and are still there. It's - well, just annoying, really.
But that was my first car accident. May I never have another, or if I do, may it go as quietly as this one has!
