January 31st

1999: What’s going on?  I awoke in my own bed!  I decided to have a packet of love hearts for breakfast, but I didn’t like the purple ones, as mum discovered when I kept placing a purple gooey mess in her hands.  It wasn’t all bad though; I did have some of mummy’s cereal too, but refused to have any of my own.  We went over the town and bought chocolate muffins for the rest of our breakfast.  Mummy said that we could pretend we were in America and then it wouldn’t seem such a bad breakfast – that’s fine by me, I don’t care where we are just give me my cake!  I asked mummy to open mine right away, which she did and said ‘don’t drop it’.  What a ridiculous thing to say to a two year old, I did manage to eat about half before it was on the floor though.  We had another lazy day, eating junk and watching videos as both of us are feeling a bit poorly.  Mum says I can go to Edons tomorrow even if she stays home, just so that I can get some decent play and conversation! Although Uncle Terry did come round tonight 😀

2019: Zof came over and stayed last night so was nice to briefly wake up with her until we then had to go our separate ways to work. Mum messaged to say she is hoping to fly over to Ireland and see Karen in July and did I want to go? Stupid question. Of course I do! Relief –  I actually remembered to take my lunch today rather than leaving it on the kitchen side or in the outside porch!

 

January 28th

1999:  What’s going on?!  Mummy was up and dressed before me this morning. Is she getting organized or am I just getting lazy? At least she’s starting to get a bit of autonomy at last. Oh well, it will soon be the weekend! I had my milk and then a big cuddle, it wasn’t until she put me back down that she realised that I was wet and so were her work clothes.  Oops!  Well, I would have told her if only she’d asked. I don’t know why mum bothers with this work thing – she always looks so stressed by the time she goes.  We had pasta for tea tonight with bacon and tomato pasta sauce and mummy said we could be naughty and sit on the settee to eat.  I decided to put mine on my toy cooker and eat it.  Then I put it on the arm of the settee.  And then on the settee. And then on the floor.  Mummy didn’t seem to think this was such a good idea.  I don’t know, I think the orange patches add interest to the furnishings.  Later on I brought mummy a plastic plate from my cooker – she picked up pieces, put them in her mouth and said ‘Mm, tasty’.  I don’t know, she must be hallucinating or something – it was just an empty plate really, but I played along and did the same.  The things you have to do to keep these adults amused. 

2019: I love to cook pasta. Maybe to show mum how it should be done – al dente, not burnt but still like to leave my mark and mess around the house. Cooked tonight as mum has gone to visit her friend Joy in Lincolnshire. We lived there from when I was 4 – 13  in a really old bungalow with an acre of land – hence the motorbikes that I used to love to ride. We renovated the property and I remember having to jump form rug to mat over concrete floors. But my best memories, apart from the bikes, is collecting fresh eggs from the chucks, digging up fresh potatoes for dinner and our goats Molly and Golly which we never even attempted to milk!

 

January 26th

9:  I got mum a cracker this morning – I fell over in my bedroom, mum asked if I was okay and I said ‘yes’, but she noticed my nose was running and went off to get some tissue.  I followed mummy into the bathroom and held out my hand and she thought I’d hurt it.  Mummy kissed it better not realising until that point that I was actually holding out my hand to show her that I’d been very grown up and wiped my own nose with it!  I found her facial contortions highly amusing and now keep giving her ‘presents’ but she hasn’t fallen for it again.  We went to Donals tonight as promised but it was a bit of a let-down as they had run out of boxes and decent toys.  So much for a happy meal – it didn’t make me very happy and I hardly touched any of my chicken nuggets (loodaloo) or chips.  Well it’s not the same without the box is it?!  On the way home we called in to see Dev who found me an excellent motorbike alarm clock.  I loved it so much he said I could keep it.  I was chuffed but mum didn’t seem so pleased.  I think it’s really cool – it revs up and makes real bike sounds and it’s really loud.  I played with it all night and on the way home I fell asleep with it on.  Every time mummy stopped the car and turned it off, I woke up and turned it back on again.  Mum, its soothing okay?

2019: Morning at the beauty parlour waiting for Zof to get her eyelash extensions done and then off to Cirque in London. A very messy night but a great post birthday celebration. I have since had 3 real motorbikes – one when I was 5 and one when I was 6. These faired far better than my first on road bike that I paid £1100 for and blew it up within a month. Got my car for now but one day ………

January 25th

1999:   We rang on Edons doorbell for 5 minutes this  morning, eventually mummy had to ring her from her mobile to let us in (she’d been in the shower washing her hair!)  I didn’t sleep today and when mum picked me up this evening I was feeling a bit hyper.  Once home we had a cuddle and then mum fixed my new ‘crazy train’ together which kept me quiet for a while, but mum felt it a shame that the train wasn’t so quiet.  Mum says that it’s at birthdays and Christmas time that mums really find out who their friends are.  I think they’re all great – I get wicked presents!  Dinner was a concoction of yesterday’s left overs, which mum seemed to enjoy, but I gave up after one mouthful and opted for a bowl of Jelly instead.  Honestly in this house you eat like a king one day and a pauper the next.  We watched a bit of telly tonight and I wanted everything in the adverts from going on a tram to eating ‘Donals’. Mum has said we will go to Donals tomorrow night for tea (YES!!! – a break from mums cooking)

2019: Feels like I’m on that crazy train at the moment. Horrible day at work and to cap it all someone nicked my stepdads drill out the back of the van as I was loading to go. He was cool about  (even though he didn’t actually know Id borrowed it)- just kept saying he needed to drill holes! On he bright side Zof is home tonight, fish pie for tea which was again not burnt and London tomorrow!

 

January 23rd

1999: – I felt a bit kinder today and slept until 8, which seemed to please mum, but we didn’t lounge around as we apparently had a busy schedule ahead.  We started in Asda getting Bombers shopping which mummy found very confusing due to all the fresh food on the list.  Honestly, how the other half live, mummy feeds me from packets, tins and the freezer!  In protest I kept swinging my feet as I sat in the trolley and putting dirty foot prints all over her beige jeans (well I ask you, what a colour to wear).  She was not impressed, but my fun didn’t last long as she robbed me of my trainers.  Once we’d loaded up the car we went to the dentist but there was a long delay.  Mummy didn’t seem to mind though; she just made another appointment for another day.  Seems strange for her to be so cheerful about an inconvenience, perhaps she really likes the dentist and doesn’t mind when she lets her down.  We called in to see Nanny and Pa and then to Bompers to deliver his shopping. Next we went to see  Karen at the Rugby pitch where her husband Mark was playing.  I found it very frustrating though as I was strapped in my buggy, having to watch mud covered men running after a funny shaped ball.  I thought it would have been far more fun if mum had let me out of the buggy and let me run around after the ball, Karen agreed but mum didn’t give in and I remained restrained.  I got my own back later though when we went on to the club for a drink and saw two men playing pool – I decided to make the game more fun by moving the balls, they didn’t seem to mind, but mum spoilt the fun as always.  We went back to Karen’s and I played with her daughter Abigail,  affectionately known to me as ‘Agal’ and we stayed the night, with Agal’s cot next to my bed.

2019: This morning mum had to get up early with me to take my bloods for monitoring due to immunosuppressants – I keep telling her I’m far too busy to drop by the hospital. Although I managed to get home early today as need to pick Caine up from the station as he has just got back onshore and missed my birthday celebrations. Mum’s still muttering something about priorities.

Sadly A’gal died when she was 7 following a road incident. She was living in Ireland with Karen and Mark and her younger sister Kate.  Her parents have set up The Abby Harding Memorial Foundation with every bit of money raised going directly to families of children with acquired brain injury. We are still in contact and have been to one of the foundation balls which are held every couple of years

https://www.facebook.com/The-Abby-Harding-Memorial-Foundation-587892691315979/

January 20th

1999:  Well, I did get up before the alarm clock, we had milk and tea in bed and then mum set to getting ready for the day.  When she brushed her hair ready to dry it I copied and groomed my bear and dog (stuffed not real), then when she did her blusher I got another brush and made up Po, my bears, myself and also added an extra touch to mummy’s.  It was great fun but I think it must have made mummy a bit hot and bothered because when we left the house she looked rather red.  This afternoon mummy and I went to ASDA to get the last minute bits for my party tomorrow.  The only thing we haven’t had to buy is the Jelly as mummy has some in the cupboard at home.  When we got home mummy put the tea on and I washed my hands, as we got ready to make the fruit and jelly.  I sat on the side patiently waiting whilst mum got the fruit and the jelly from the cupboard.  Jelly? Where’s the Jelly?  Mummy had the whole cupboard out.  Ooh help!  I decided to have a look but I couldn’t find it either, but I did find the mallow biscuits, so consequently by the time tea was ready I didn’t want mine.  Mummy rang Nanny who saved the day.  Nanny and Pa arrived after my bath and found mummy mopping up wee from the kitchen floor – she was not amused, as I had called her to tell her what I had done and then laughed.  Nanny also bought me Telly Tubbies table cloth, cups, plates, napkins and goody bags.  I sat chatting to Pa with lollipop in hand, mum asked where I’d got it from, Pa grassed saying I’d got it out of my toy kitchen, Mum says I’m getting more and more like a dog every day – not only do I wee all over the place but I hide my treats for later too.  At least I’ve got a better memory than her, she’s now realised that she’s left her scissors and cellotape at Nanny’s and has to do all my presents up with glue!  You know, my mum, dressed up smart every morning, is very self-assured and obviously has quite an important job, so why oh why is she finding it so hard to get to grips with a two year olds tea party?  I’ve never seen her so stressed.  I’m really excited about my party and, despite going to bed at 8.15; I didn’t go to sleep for a whole hour.  I had to lie in bed listening to the sound of 24 balloons being blown up.  Just as well the old girl has quit smoking else they wouldn’t be done by morning

2019: Out for pre-birthday lunch with my pals today and a visit from Geri, Harriet and squirt with an early birthday present. No balloons currently but I’m sure they’ll be around when I get in from work tomorrow. As mum was quite skint when I was a kid she used to fill the settee with balloons and hide my cards and presents in amongst them. I keep telling her I’m all grown up now but apparently its now a tradition!

January 19th

1999:   Once again I lay in bed listening to that old snooze button being bashed over the head.  Mum eventually turned it off at seven and I think she was actually planning to ring work and claim that her alarm hadn’t gone off (well it wouldn’t be surprising really; she’s so mean to it).  To ensure mummy didn’t oversleep, I got up and requested my milk, when she tumbled out of bed and duly got this for me.  Whilst mummy was getting ready for work, I wrecked the upstairs.  Never mind, mummy can tidy it all up again tonight.  I especially had fun with the cotton wool pads, which are now in pieces.

When mummy picked me up tonight, she knew straight away that I hadn’t slept (is there nothing you can keep from your mum?).  She said I looked awful (charming) and I was also very tearful and cried most of the way home. (Oh right.  So like she wouldn’t get upset if someone greeted her with “you look awful”; I may be a kid but I have feelings too you know).  We went to Karen’s tonight and I fell asleep on the way at 5.30.  I apparently carried on sleeping on her settee, through a bum change and change of clothes, a car journey home and a transfer to bed.  I don’t think mummy will be needing the alarm clock tomorrow morning, I just hope she doesn’t think I’ve got a snooze button.  The one saving grace is at least I’m a moving target!

2019: Saturday lie in but not a long one. Day off and want to go out. Took mum and Zof to Cromer via the coast road (mum had to take her hearing aids out for some reason – Its NOT LOUD!) and had BBQ, Mozzarella and Aoili chips from The Bucket List. Had hot chocolate overlooking the sea from the Red Lion Hotel and then headed home as it was bloomin freezing. Bourne Sesh this afternoon and cooked duck in plum sauce for tea (Marco Polo)