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Jun. 15th, 2014 09:55 am

Who's day?

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PostSecret: 'Dear Dad. Thank you for being an alcoholic. You've shown me what I never want to be… I wish I could tell you I love you… but you've hurt me too much.'

To the person who donated half my chromosomes: this year, for the first time, I do not feel guilty for not sending you a card on father's day. It's been nearly six months since you ruined Christmas with your drinking and abusive behaviour, and yesterday you proved you still can't see why inviting me round for a barbecue and a few beers is not going to show me how sorry you are for hurting me and letting me down, over and over again.

To Dad: why you? I miss you and I love you, all the time. The tears don't come as often anymore, but you're never far away from my thoughts. At least when you told me you never wanted children, the sentence ended "…but you changed my mind." I wish I could see you again.
Mar. 1st, 2013 01:24 pm

so it goes.

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"The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist."
Kurt Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse-Five

I had this tattooed today, the fifth anniversary of my stepfather's death, as a memento of him and his time in my life. The words "so it goes" appear in the book 106 times, whenever death or the unexplainable are touched upon, and are such incredibly powerful words, a reminder that life will always go on even after our bodies have expired, in the hearts and minds of everyone we touch; a reminder that we are infinitesimal and yet everything to those we love.
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My granddad died quite suddenly at some point in the last few days. He was found by his neighbour yesterday, who went to check on him because he was feeling "a bit funny" last week, and called us this morning giving us the news.

We used to be close, but since he emigrated, he's been a distant part of our lives in more ways than one - and because of a petty family feud in 2007, I can't even remember when it was I last saw him, or talked even. (I told him where to stick his bullshit claims that homeopathy and ionised water would cure my terminally ill stepdad, and my mum refused to tell me off for it. He spent the remaining 2½ weeks of his visit ignoring us, before going back to Spain and has hardly spoken to my mum or I since.)

It came as something of a surprise - as far as we knew he was fit and healthy - but our feeling is that he was a cantankerous 80 year old man who had survived two heart attacks (including one at the top of a ladder) and 60 odd years of smoking, so he'd had a pretty good run at life, and we're just glad this didn't follow a long drawn-out illness. It was time to give up, so he did.
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Because of my mum's cancer last year, I've been referred to the local family history clinic, and I'm now in the process of filling in an exceedingly long form about the various things that have ailed and killed family members up to great grandparents, aunts and uncles.

I've just had a chat with my aunt on my dad's side, who told me that my great aunt died of kidney failure. This isn't such a big deal in itself, except it turns out that her doctor's attitude was apparently "people can survive with one wonky kidney so we're not going to put you forward for transplant".

This attitude probably wouldn't have ultimately caused her death if her doctors had found out before the post-mortem examination that she only was only born with one kidney...
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My houseguest just walked into the kitchen and said “Katie, can you think of a good reason why there might be a dead fish in your toilet?”

I replied, "Well, it wouldn't be the first time. I assume whoever put it there intended to flush it away, so I would just... go about your business, and flush, and..."

...and then I couldn't continue talking, because we were both laughing too much.
Nov. 3rd, 2012 11:21 pm

RIP Cheeks

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Cheeks was one of the happiest, friendliest little animals I've known. He was a wanderer, and always getting into mischief - usually being found under someone's bed or behind the sofa, although the funniest hiding place he found was definitely inside the kitchen ceiling. We never worked out how he got up there.

We'll miss you, little scamp.
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Whilst up north this weekend I was digging through about 15 years worth of family photos - basically everything my mum hoarded since she left my father. I was particularly looking for photos of my dad and I, which was particularly difficult as it was usually either him or me behind the camera, but there are a few.

I also found some great ones of me from when I was massively into cycling just before my accident, and some other crackers as well - seriously, seven year old me had the best fashion sense ever *grin*

Anyway, I have a few to share:

Old photos )

1: I was far-sighted as a kid, and wore the awful NHS issue glasses in the photos from about 4 until shortly after my 8th birthday, but then developed near-sightedness at about 12 or so and have been wearing (slightly more stylish) glasses ever since.
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I just came upstairs to my room to find Cheeks sitting in his food bowl holding onto the bars with big "feed me" eyes. For a while he seemed to be quite insistent he was not getting out of his bowl until I fed him. Unfortunately hamsters don't understand Human so I couldn't explain the flaw in his plan.
Jul. 19th, 2010 03:30 pm


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My new hamster is taking great pleasure in throwing his toy ball off the upper mezzanine of his cage, jumping down after it kamikaze style to pick it up and carry it up to the top again before repeating the process. It's like having a child who throws their toys out of the highchair and demands you pick them up, only far less annoying :)
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Five minutes before I had planned to leave the house, James quietly declared "I've lost my Oyster". Now, Oysters are fairly replacable (although his, as a child photocard with free bus pass on it, would cost £10) but the wallet also contains his train tickets to get him home on Sunday evening.

We emptied his bag three times. He looked in the bathroom, where he got changed. We emptied his bag again. We looked under and in the bed, in case it fell out of his pocket when he collapsed and fell asleep when we got in last night. Nothing.

I got him to retrace his steps.

"I came in, I took things out of my bag and I put them down."
"Where did you put them?"
"I don't know. On the floor. And I put rubbish in the bin."

I search through the binbag on the floor, and there, at the bottom, was his Oyster card.

I love my brother, but argh!

Wish me luck for the rest of the day...
Jun. 22nd, 2010 02:10 am

My secret

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PostSecret: To Dads everywhere / Your daughters need you more than they know / Trust Me... / _I Know_

(My secret is that I didn't sleep all through Sunday because I was hungover.)
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I'm at home for the weekend, and we're watching The IT Crowd on TV. Just now, James spotted an Open Rights Group poster on the wall of the set, and pointed and shouted excitedly: "KATIEKATIEKATIE LOOK! Is that who you work for? Do you work for Roy and Moss?"

No, James, not quite. But wouldn't that be awesome?
Nov. 14th, 2009 10:44 pm


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Even Sabreal understands the tasty goodness that is egg custard tarts:
May. 26th, 2009 08:49 pm


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This weekend, [personal profile] marnanel told me about the World 9 app for the iPhone, which uses the accelerometer to work out when you're bouncing and makes the noise Nintendo games make when Mario jumps into the air - bdoing!

I spent a fun couple of hours baffling my sister today, running up and down the stairs with my iPhone in my pocket, before she cottoned on that it had something to do with me.


Childish, me? Never ;-)