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Sunday, December 14, 2003

 
hello...i am still here. I feel torn at the moment as to whether i should be staying in stoke or whether to return to my parents house. I was down in london last weekend and i had a wonderful time, i had forgotten how mucj i loved being near to london where there is always something to do. It doesn't really compare to stoke! Esther and i sat by the thames on the saturday morning eating bagels drinking coffee watching the tourists go on the eye, stare at the street performers and wander across the bridge to westminster. We travelled the tube to covent garden and portobello market and finished the evening watvhing les mis at the palace theatre. It was a really good day and i loved the buzz of london. So many different people, different accents and languages. I didn't want to come back. Then i find an advertisement for a teaching asst job in surrey working with children with learning disabilities. It sounds right up my street. Should i return to the south?? I don't know what to do. I didn't i would stay here for a least a year maybe two but for the right job i would move. Could i stand living with my parents again?!!! Do i want to leave my friends. The past three months have been good. Adventures to Bakewell (Milwaukee - have i spelt that right?!!), parties and cooking for twelve, bouncing on and almost breaking both esther and lammies beds (hee hee), dancing around the kitchen with est, huddling for warmth with Lam, I will miss the laughter the tears, the lammie-isms and esthers blondie-isms. I will miss living in the morgue whenever i do eventually leave and i will miss the rest of the triangle. However, I am sure that wherever we are whatever we do our triangle will continue to support us.





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