annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary

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Quick Five

1. Me to GS via text: Hiya, kid, how ya doing? I miss you! How about I pick you up from college one day soon and buy you a (cheap cos I'm skint) burger? Love Granny xxx

GS to me: Sounds good - I miss you too!

Result. Next Thursday.

2. The Buddhist centre has been spending money on the yoga room. First there was a big pile of beautiful Indian cotton blankets, of the richest, deepest blue - so much nicer than the faded old fleecy blankets. Today there were yoga chairs, sturdy, purpose built chairs for doing yoga on. Teacher dude was quite excited - he's into breaking the patterns your body expects you to follow, so getting us all in/over/on/round/through these chairs got him going a treat. I liked it, though I'm not keen on sweating during the class in winter as I don't bring a change of clothes.

3. My girl came out for a walk, right along the prom, to the cafe on the beach, back and onto the pier, wherever we liked for as long as we liked and it was good.

Bit cold though so we were only out for an hour or so. What with that and walking to yoga and back I covered five and a half miles today, plus a 90 minute yoga class. That'll be why I'm tired, I expect. Too tired to heave my arse up the stairs to Bedfordshire. I've now done three runs and due another one tomorrow.

4. I finally covered the letters I bought last year (or maybe it was the year before), for my niece's birthday this Saturday. (Spot the cat - never knowingly anywhere other than right in my fucking face)

The big letters seemed fresh and cool when I bought them and a bit old hat now, but she's getting them anyway and I hope she likes them. I love her a lot and I hope it's nice to get something homemade. She's the mother of my two great-nieces - I was trying to buy a book for one a few weeks ago and wrote about it on here. Yesterday I saw this video  - I think parents of sons ought to see it too, mind.

I still want to know why it's this way - is it that books about girls aren't written or they're not published or the shops don't stock them or the public don't buy them?

5. I have made an appointment with Victim Support to discuss going to the police to report being raped. If I decide to do it they will support me in whatever way I want. I know. I can't even be sure of the year it happened - either 1973, 4 or 5. Over forty years, still fucking my head up.

I am grateful for: the fresh sea air; energy; friends; a healthy body, a book at bedtime.

Thanks for reading. Hope you are well. Love and hugs xxx

1:04 a.m. - 10.03.17

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