February 15th – Shoes and Fire Engines

1999:  Awoke at 3 and mum had to come up and get me as she is sleeping downstairs on the futon – far too many paint fumes in her room apparently!  We snuggled down on the settee and got up at 7 following at least 6 snoozes!  It was great, I could sit up in ‘bed’, drink milk and watch Teletubbies on TV.  After Edons mum and I went to the dentist for my first check up, I made sure I had crisps and juice first though for extra impact!  I happily opened my mouth wide and showed the dentist my crisp sodden teeth.  It could have been worse – mum usually has gooey coated sweetie mess on hers!  We went to the carpet shop to pick up my new carpet, but mum lost me and eventually found me crawling along the windowsill behind piles of carpet.  What?  I just wanted to try a bit of window modelling; after all she does enough window shopping.  As we were in town we just had to go in the new shoe shop (mum has an obsession), it was very posh with lots of lovely glass shelves.  Still, a few sessions of throwing mum’s car keys at them and the shoe shopping was soon over.  What’s the matter with her?  Think she must be having shoe withdrawals!   

2019: Mums shoe obsession! As I got older I used to have to drag her away from shoe shops with her saying “you can never have too many shoes”. I also said this about fire engines (toy ones clearly). Although mum did have to drive past the fire station every day so I could see if Dennis was in o out. We had a shock one day when Dennis had gone and Sabre had taken his place.  I still think about doing this as a job but nothing locally at the moment. When I was about 7, Terry was in the last series of Londons Burning. I watched it over and over on video but was very disappointed when I found out he was not really a fireman – just an actor and comedian apparently. Mind you, Mum and I did manage to get in a scene, walking up pier hill in Southend when a whale apparently needed rescuing there. My fire engine collection has now gone but my shoe collection is growing!

February 13th Money Money Money

1999:  Awoke in the middle of the night,  mum came to get me as I was at the top of the stairs and she was asleep downstairs, as was Bim.  Mum took me back to my own bed at 5 though, with complaints of me being wriggly and restless.  Up again at 7 but forgot that mum was downstairs and wandered around upstairs shouting ‘Mum, Mum, Mum’.  It made me jump and then laugh when mum came up the stairs behind me.  She took me downstairs where I played very noisily (well is there any other way to play?) I don’t think mum and Bim were too impressed, they just carried on lying there.  Adults – they can be so boring at times!  Mum and I didn’t get dressed until mid-day, following several bouts of upset stomachs.   We went for a walk over the town, I pushed my buggy all the way, bought our usual bacon roll and I sat in the buggy to eat it.  We had a quick whiz round the town and spied a blue carpet with Teddy Bears on, so we went in and bought it – as you do – no respect for money. 

2019: Now I know where I get my spending from. Although mum says that when she used to tell me she didn’t have any money I used to just tell her to “go to the hole in the wall then”. Mum has now transferred my part returned flight money and I have put it into our joint savings account. Went back to Lowestoft today to get valentines cakes I had ordered for Zof and got everything ready for tomorrow.

 

February 8th – Changing Plans with Potty Training and Crohns

1999:  I think it must be mum’s funny time of month again, she’s not been herself the past day or two, and today was no better.  Oh joy!  Another week of impatience, shouting and not being able to do anything right.  Mum had a shower whilst I drank my milk in her bed and when she came back in for cuddles realised that me and the bed were soaked for the second morning running.  We were a bit behind today and a bit rushed to get out the door.  I thought it was great fun to avoid the shoes and coat, but mum didn’t hold out too well with that game.  We got to Edon’s just as they were about to leave for school, so I went straight in the buggy.  When mummy went I screamed and sobbed, I think I saw a tear in mummy’s eye as she walked away.  We went to the doctors tonight as I keep saying ‘I’m ‘ot’ and have a gooey nose and eyes.  Now got nasal drops and antibiotics.  We made dinner together, we had good fun, and I pricked the sausages and then pretended to peel a potato with my plastic knife and then threw it around the kitchen. 

2019: Over to Zof’s tonight after work as going to set up joint account tomorrow and speak to estate agents about rental property. How things change. This time last year I was recovering from a fungal infection in my blood and sepsis. I planned to go away for a year to Australia, had my visa and my flights booked for May. Crohns had other ideas as I was rushed in to hospital a week before my flight and had to stay here to have surgery in July. And then I met Zof. We cannot travel currently as still not medically fit but there’s always time.

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January 27th

1999:  Pa’s birthday today and Bompers too.  Mummy was already dressed before I got up this morning as I had a lie in until 7.45.  Why don’t I do this at weekends when mum could lie in?  Well there just wouldn’t be any fun in that, now would there? I do have some heart though; I found mums silk roses on her windowsill, picked them up and presented them to her.  She said they were lovely and that they smelt beautiful too.  They’re pretend mother, not real.  Honestly!  Oh well best not disappoint her, I’ll play along with her, let me smell ‘Mm.  Lovely’.  What a Wally!  A little later I called mummy into my bedroom and she came in to find me looking very pleased with myself.  I had stuck the remaining stickers for my potty training chart all over the wardrobe and they were stuck hard and fast.  She told me I was very clever but perhaps next time they should go on the chart.  Tip of the month – if you want to avoid getting in trouble with your mum always look proud and pleased with what you have done and they won’t have the heart to tell you off.  After Edons tonight, mummy and I went to the card shop to get birthday cards for Pa and Bomper, but I found it far more fun to wreck the joint whilst she was distracted rather than to look for cards. We arrived at Nanny and Pa’s and I gave Pa his present and then took it straight back off him and unwrapped it.  Mm, very nice, a new T-shirt, it looks a bit on the big side for me though mum.  What do you mean it’s for Pa; everyone knows presents are for kids.  Aren’t they?  Oh well, the cake then? Pa’s great, he let me sit on his lap and blow out the candles ‘again’ and ‘again’.

2019:  Great Grandad Bomper died when I was 6 at the age of 86.  He is still with me wherever I go and often flickers lights on and off around me! Zof and I were hanging in London this morning and called in to see Uncle Terry, Aunty Dee  and cousin Beau at Epping Ice rink and had a little skate eventually getting home at 7 pm.

Whilst we were away, with me permission, mum had changed my room round (due to a condensation and mould problem which is attacking the wallpaper and needing to get the bed off of said wall) and sorted all my draws etc out. Sprung – I have a full packet of immunosuppressants and a prescription in my draw! Thing is I am very reluctant to take them due to nearly dying of sepsis Christmas before last due to a fungi entering my blood through my sinuses as I was so immune supressed

January 24th

1999:  First events of the day were at 1.00 this morning.  Mummy apparently heard shuffling through the baby monitor and came in to find me with one leg over the side of the bed and the other leg over the side of Agal’s cot – where’s mummy’s bedroom gone then?  I was on my way to snuggle down.  Eventually Agal’s cot was moved out and mummy slept on the floor mattress besides my newly found bed.  And so started the long night of bed swapping – I kept waking up and getting into bed with mum, but each time I awoke I found her in the other bed, I was up and down all night.  Mum and I went to Asda as Nanny and Pa are coming to dinner today.  It was so embarrassing, mummy had to ring Nanny and say ‘I’m at the lamb counter, what do I want and how much?’  I’m sure she’s fibbing about her O’level cookery, she can just about cook fish fingers and chips and they’re frozen ones.  And as for custard and gravy ……………they’re okay so long as you’re careful not to choke on the lumps.  I had an afternoon nap and when mummy bought me back downstairs my party table was laid up again – how exciting.  A few minutes later Nanny and Pa arrived for my family birthday dinner, but we had to wait another hour as mum hadn’t quite got the timing right.  We eventually had dinner, after mum had roped Nanny into making the white sauce and Pa into carving the lamb!  We sat down to eat, complete with party hats, and had a lovely dinner, but had to wait for half an hour afterwards for the pudding, which was in the oven (a frozen apple pie!)  I had Jelly whilst I was waiting, half of which ended up on the floor, Pa got up to clean the mess and put his foot straight in it!  I’m glad I’m not the only mucky pup around here.

2019:  Mum actually managed to cook sausage and bacon pesto pasta. Nothing was burnt or dropped and the smoke alarm didn’t go off. It was much appreciated after a hard days graft. Mums due to start her new job Monday week so we will probably all be back to free for all and rushed dinners.

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!