Saturday, 3 October 2009
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
She sounds completely deranged. I am genuinely freaked out. Without sounding like a complete drama queen (and a doom-mongerer) I read her email and felt utterly chilled.
This is what she wrote. I haven't changed a single comma or full stop or added/removed anything, apart from a couple of names. In several places, I don't even know what she's talking about. Weirdly, she didn't address the email to me (though she obviously knows my name) but instead began with my initial and surname (which I, too, have changed, for obvious reasons). She wrote:
What you heard on that night was not me, slapping her around. "I do not hit my daughter and never have.!!!!"
What you heard was, me really losing my temper with a girl who wanted to act like a teenager,rather than her ten years,and my concerns that she was not eating, properly on holiday. And that maybe she should reside with her Father,if she was not ging to listen or take direction from myself. Your assumption that her behaviour was that of a child frightened is ridiculous, she is a very clever girl, who is very apt at manipulation! Her actions are that of a sulky moody girl, going through a difficult phase in her life, not due to me, but the drug raids we have had with a neighbour for the past 5 years or so. She was saying stop it, because,obviously she wanted me to calm down! Yes taking the Norethiserone,to stop my period, whilst travelling, obviously didnt agree with me, and in hindsight should have read side affects! With an Under active thyroid, I didnt know, I would be more irritated and snappy. But as I say again. " I Did Not Hit My Daughter"
Well J.Smith, I have to say one of your daughters didnt look particulary happy herself. XXXX was around her age?... Was there some reason why they could not mix? Strange! Was that due to her own chioce? Why would you let your daughter wear a political t. shirt in this World Climate.
Oh the Bruises, nearly forgot, she is an extremely picky eater as I have mentioned. This is due to a lack of "Iron" We had the photo to show the lady on my camera she got from, the game machine, ask XXXX and XXXX!....The other faint "BRUISES" were from school.
I was completely exonerated as my capacity to be a parent. From her School, Doctor, Mother and everyone else that knows us!!!
I have to say you broke my writers block, my book back on track! So hopefully it will soon be accepted by an agent to go with my published article and published photographs. Thank you for the experience. I actually find controlled people far more worrying than, those who can let it out. Perhaps you should look into this for your daughters sake! Shame you didn't live next door to Baby P!
I am now considering seeing my solicitor about your accusations...
P.S Your daughters can only "Share" a choclate bar on holiday, because of Gluttony.
Don't know what to say. Obviously, I'm not going to respond, although I would like to ask her - amongst other things - what the hell that loopy 'PS' is all about??!!
And I'm also tempted to write back and say that I would love for her to talk to her solicitor and for her solicitor to get in touch with me asap because I would welcome the opportunity to tell her/him what Eldest and Youngest Daughter and I heard that night. But I think it's best that I stay schtumm. And hope that she goes away. Hope hope hope.
Sunday, 20 September 2009
But it was a blast and I would recommend it to anyone, even the most scaredy-of-scaredy-cats out there. It was (and I never, ever thought I would say this)... GREAT FUN. I LOVED IT!!!
There's a lot to be said (in the words of Susan Jeffers) for 'Feeling the Fear and Doing It Anyway' and an awful lot to be said for 'doing it' in the company of an Ex-Husband, a Much Younger Fiancee and a bunch of entirely fearless fourteen year-olds. Wimping out was not an option.
So, this is me attempting a graceful landing (at the end of a 100ft zip wire). I think I look pretty good. I did slam into the green buffer thingummy seconds after this photo was taken and ended up in a bit of a tangle but who cares? No one took a photo of that.
Friday, 18 September 2009
So here they are, seven facts, in no particular order and very much in a 'stream-of-consciousness' kind of way (before I head for bed. Am planning an early night in preparation for tomorrow's nightmarish experience in Swinley Forest):
1. My mum died almost 10 years ago. I still miss absolutely everything about her.
2. My one and only party trick: I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue (and no, I don't have an especially large nose...)
3. Spitalfields Market/Brick Lane is (currently) my most favourite part of London.
4. I had lunch just off Coldharbour Lane yesterday with an old colleague. On the way there, I sneaked past Brixton Man's house and saw his motorbike parked outside. (I have not seen/heard from him since June, when I told him that I no longer wanted to see him/hear from him again). I felt a bit weird and panicky.
5. I was at University in Cape Town. I did a degree in English & Psychology. I can't remember a single thing.
6. I think - after years of reflection (and a not inconsiderable amount of post-divorce therapy) that I (partly) married Ex-Husband because I didn't have the courage to call it off....
7. My electrical appliances have it in for me. A month ago, my washing machine packed up. Last week my dishwasher door snapped its hinges. This morning, my hairdryer stopped working. What's next, I wonder?
By the way, I just have to say: my lunch was absolutely awesome (the food, not the company so much) which is why I'm posting a link here to a review of the restaurant, in case you should find yourself in Brixton and in urgent need of a pizza.
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
I'm in a terrible 'flying-by-the-seat-of-my-pants-and-only-just-managing-to hold-it-together' breathless rush at the moment, so no time for anything, other than this:
An elephant met a mouse in the jungle. The mouse said, 'Bloody hell, you're absolutely enormous.'
And the elephant said, 'Well, you're really, really little.'
And the mouse said, 'Yes, but I haven't been very well lately.'
This always, always makes me smile.
Monday, 7 September 2009
Honey. Sweetheart. Lovely girl. If, by some bizarre, freakish, cosmically crazy coincidence, you happen to be one of my nine* followers, you need to know:
1. This is not a good look. Vertical: maybe. Horizontal: categorically, no. If your mum wasn't all the way back in Australia, I know she'd tell you the same.
2. When you lie down in a short skirt, your bottom will always find a way to crawl out from underneath. However much you may want to read your book while lying on the grass in the warm sunshine (I know, I know, we all love to do that!) do not succumb to temptation. You really need to stay standing up.
And that's all really.
* including ME, since I'm following my own blog inadvertently.