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Tuesday, January 17, 2006

 
I received an email from Helen this morning telling me she is engaged and getting married this year. Thankfully i was alone in my room at the time because i did a very girly thing (this happens occassionally) and i sat screeching at the screen like a very excited guinea pig. Angie is also getting married this year so that's another two of my old school friends being tied down, they are dropping like flies. Surely they are not old enough, where did the days go? it still seems like yesterday i was at school with them fighting and making up, mixing up chemicals in the dark room (i still have no idea what that turqouise stuff was we made that burned through the table), anne presenting our form tutor with a dead (and very dried out newt), writing our own version of far from the madding crowd to get us through our english classes (known as "the bathsheba chronicles" or "Far from the Shagging Crowd"), Fred the librarian fly (our library), recitals of eddie izzard at lunch time ("they are breaking in with death finger charges! Quick! push the pips into places they will not expect."), code names for the people Dave fancied (peter pan and butterfly were two of them i think), anne agreeing to go out with Dave and then not speaking to him for three days before passing him a note in the library breaking up with him, my prophecies (that in part came true, like Laura meeting a guy called Michael Paul who proposed to her; getting the name right had to count for something even if the rest didn't come true. Glad it didn't come true though i didn't want angie to pickle babies).

I remember when everyone else was pairing off at school Katie, sulky and i used to say we would probably be the only ones left single but we could move into together and be the crazy cat people (rather than just one crazy cat woman) but now sulky's married and Kate and pete will probably get married (that would be another prediction partly true) and i will be all alone!! I will be crazy cat lady!!





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