I did get a job on the post that Christmas thanks to My Uncle Ron. My patch was the prefabs to the East of Earl Shilton. There were predatory packs of dogs and cards for houses which had been pulled down but I was glad of the work since I was always skint.That Christmas my spirits were low.
Thanks a lot dear, wayward, worthless daughter for your ever welcome. And if its any more fivers you have in view , I’m afraid its ‘wanton’ you’ll have to add to your list of vices (Ha Ha). Anyway, our own opinion is one of confidence and that any of the above ‘w’s’ have no place in your character build up. We do feel, however, that you haven’t been giving yourself a chance –Burning the candle at both ends and in consequence along comes that jaded end of the term feeling of the need of a break or rest.
We all feel that you have acquitted yourself wonderfully well and as you say, you are nearly half way through college-that is if you don’t decide to go beyond the three years. You’ve come a long way, haven’t you lass. Survived many frustrations and end of the road feelings such as your ‘O’ and ‘A’ levels. They’re all behind you and you are still on course and an attainment …what a pleasurable sense of achievement it will be for you. I wouldn’t worry about the outlook of other college habitués, you have a fine friend in Sue and you don’t have to be dependent on her-the essence is dependence on each other.
Well love, it seems that the dull, dark days before Christmas are well upon us. There’s so little to do and little enough light to do it with-the little days seem to be strangled at birth. At the moment Chris is in the lighted kitchen repairing the ravages of his bike – and the result looks like a pretty severe crash. I tell him that he shouldn’t drink and drive when he cycles off on these bell ringing jaunts. Tonight he has been asked and decided to take part in a peel of Cambridge Surprise at Sapcote. By the way, what did you think of his letter attempt thanking you. He made a valiant attempt struggling it seemed for hours finding what to say and had us highly amused. Secretly he has a very soft spot for his sister-even though he’s flay me for disclosing this.
This week he has been campaigning-calling at peoples’ houses in the stewardship movement and doing it very conscientiously. No doubt the experience will have its reward.
At the moment I am doing 36 hours only at work, six till three every day with Friday off. I shouldn’t be surprised if dole isn’t the outcome, but I’m not bothered, not at my age.
Have you heard anything more about your Xmas GPO application? If not I should contact the Selecta and prepare your way-they have an advert in The Hinckley Times asking for part-time workers. You can always accept whichever is most favourable to you.
We all thought your Xmas card effort very nicely done and you certainly have the flair of improvisation. Mam has at last got the Christmas puddings underway and today she made a smashing apple arrangement which we saw demonstrated on TV. I’m sure that your bread baking was a success too. Ah well! there’ll soon be opportunity to try it out and won’t we be just too pleased to welcome our ‘Little Gel’ back to “Braeside”- and here’s to the day. Best of luck once again and safe keeping ever. Dad.
That Christmas my spirits were low. Returning to Bath that winter the city felt unfriendly and full of of old people behind closed doors ; everything seemed muffled and lifeless…covered in thick snow. One night on my way back to The Crescent I walked up Gay Street into The Circus and watched the snow falling in the lamplight. There was complete silence… nothing stirred.