Seven days later and phew! Monday and Tuesday my baby worked herself silly and spent each evening zombie-like and sleepy while I continued with the boxes.
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday found us under more and more boxes and our tempers were getting frayed. We will survive a million tiny bickers – I don’t anticipate a major argument between me and my baby for several centuries yet!
Pete and Kathryn increasingly upset us with their sad attitudes to life. Pete being particularly antagonising.
Thursday went to our future abode where Ally was busy packing, Fatty out collecting some furniture. When the Fat Man turned up, one tyre repair later, a brief discussion regarding deposit money ensued. Simon asked me not to give Fatty the deposit until they’d sorted out the bills – this just after I told them I would! Oh well – awkwardness abounds. Not til later I found out they had an argument over it (Fatty arguing the most I’d venture) Fatty threatening to beat up Simon! The first of a hundred crazy stories John and Simon have told us about Fatty and Ally – now I’ve heard both sides of the story. I find John and Simon much more believable and ‘correct’
Friday found us seeing off Gordon and Nikki as they trek around the world or as far as they can go. Mick and Lisa graced Poole with their presence to catch of glimpse of Rich next door singing Pogues numbers with Hoedown at Hanks, with that nasty John Otway hater drummer who took over my room at 86.
Saturday and Sunday were big move days and a lot of the time was spent cleaning and trying to remove cat piss odours off all the carpets and removing stains from the nicotine browned walls.
After much quarrelling me and my baby slept like lambs in our new room. We love it! Right at the top of the house – I trod those stairs a hundred zillion times already – the sun shines in a-blazing!
Sunday was a beautiful sunny day and everyone was smiling. John, Simon and Mary – our new housemates – all seem like really decent people and we feel rejuvenated for more exciting times to come.
Bronwyn is going down with flu – I’m sure from all the chemicals we’ve been spraying to relieve our house of the odour of piss. Spoke to her this morning and my heart beams over bridges on lakes a-plenty for her. I will see her tonight and tell her this.
1st Feb 2018 – Initially I was just going to put these old diary entries up as is but on going through them has prompted some thoughts and reflection on them. The main one is the traumatic events around the ending of a friendship with Fatty. It’s clear to me that at the time it was something I needed to do. It also has become clear to me that the trauma was caused by the deep love and affection I had for him and our friendship.
Fatty and I were very much alike so we got on really well but in the end I wanted to change myself and I felt like I was getting his support in that effort. Of course, this is all over 20 years ago now, we are all, hopefully, much the wiser. I believe that I have learned many things about and since that time. I don’t have many people that I would call very close friends, if any at all. Possibly this is a reaction to the way things happened with Fatty, and quite likely, an odd reaction to Steve, being so selfish to go and die on us all like that.
Fatty and I are now Facebook friends and we still chat about music and comics, never bringing up the past. If I get back to England again sometime in the future and the opportunity arises, I’d go and share a beer with my old friend.