annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back home Home now and fucking hell, the sponsored walk is this Sunday and there are non-local people who need maps - we're bound to separate out as there's a massive age and fitness range amongst the walkers - and we don't know yet if the footbridge will be open - after eighteen months it is due any day - there's an official opening (by some royal twat), been booked for early November (the townsfolk are complaining, saying they want H0lly W1ll0ughby), but it'll be unofficially open asap, so the council don't have to spend any more of their limited cash on the replacement bus service. Could be tomorrow, could be next week. It's all whooshing about in my brain - I still have no clear idea of who will turn up and who just said they would back in August in a rush of unsustainable goodwill. SDig was helping with all this - she set up all the fundraising, p4ypal stuff and, I now discover, a linked email account, which tells me who has donated, even if they clicked the anonymous box. Well, darlings, I have shed a few tears of being very moved by some of the names I recognised. By being anonymous I know you don't want thanks, but you get them, double big-time and a cyber hug, but I won't tell. Tonight I found there's an 'others' message place on FB, for messages from people you're not friends with and found (amongst posts going back three years), a message from an old uni pal. We met on the first day - this person with a baggy, shapeless overcoat and a shaved head introduced themselves to me as Jools and I was shocked to discover that if she was female I wanted to be her friend and if she was a bloke she could fuck off, the tosser. I didn't know that was how I felt about blokes until meeting her (such a relief, she was a she), and we did become and remain friends. I don't know when we lost touch - probably when I was teaching, I lost touch with loads of people during that time. But what's amazing is seeing a big recent photo of her, smiling into the camera so it looks as if she's smiling right at me and having a vivid sensation of being reconnected. I go and look at Barb's page sometimes and look at her looking at me. Anyway, it's late and I've got to get up early for a fucking mammogram (still free with our socialist healthcare). Grateful for: the internet, which is making good things happen in Real Life; being home again, on my own again; the cat has stopped farting vile poisonous farts and I've been able to shut the windows; Bloke doing a bit of shopping for me (though it does make me feel like a proper old woman); re-reading "How I Live Now" by Meg Rosoff, just been made into a film that's getting good reviews but the book is fabulous - wonderful voice. Sweet dreams xx 11:38 p.m. - 09.10.13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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