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Mood: Almost suicidal
Listening to: "Rome" on TV
Sunday, 10.16pm
You have no idea how much I want to scream. I have just written a very long, soulful outpouring and the sodding bitching bloody awful god of computing has wiped the whole lot. It's not fair, I just want to howl. I didn't need that to happen now.
Originally this was titled "Daughters, Dusting and Drivel" Daughters referred to my one who left with a hiss and a roar this afternoon after being home for two centuries whoope weeks. Her horrible demeanour put a cloud over the place, she's rude, lazy, swears and is obnoxiouis to her parents. All this in front of her six year old brother. But its MY bad.
Dusting refers to the domesticity that fell upon the household this weekend. I've been plodding on and wading through trying to clear surfaces - desk top, china cabinet, divider - of the accumulated junk, ornaments, household debris and useful stuff that has built up over the last days/months/years with half a mind on future moving and house selling, and half a mind that there are six ladies coming round tomorrow night to do a card making course that some lady from PN is coming over to tutor us in. No, I don't know them all, I'm just a sucker who put her hand up and said "you can use my place"... Husband on the other hand did a white tornado round the skirting boards, light switches and grubby marks on doors and walls - much more impressive really. And the really depressing part is that anyone not seeing "before" could not possibly appreciate the "after". The wheelie bin is full to overflowing, that should tell you something.
Have begun typing the Colin letters again after almost a year off. It's weird "listening" to him and imagining my Dad's reactions and replies...ghosts to ghosts. I'm up to January 1942, and what he's not saying is louder than what he is. I'm mentally planning the design and layouts to use in the book, and will start on the rellie search soon.
Amazed at how the floods threatened to repeat 2004 last week as it didn't seem to have rained that much. I'm glad we live right where we are.
Enough, can't recapture what was lost and if this lot goes too I don't know what I'll do.
Jaybee
