I can remember the panic finding out that I was pregnant again. I got pregnant despite taking the pill . The thought of telling mam and dad filled me with panic. The morning sickness was terrible, so bad that I couldn’t imagine how I would be able to continue and pass my exams. I couldn’t eat and just the thought of food sent me running to the sink.
My Dear Joy.,
Glad to get home today for my dinner. It’s a bitter North- Easter and very cold. Signs of an improvement though. Glass is rising with the ever lengthening days which have more promise of better, warmer days. But as far as gardening goes the conditions are still not suited. Stuff planted now would only rot in the as yet cold, wet ground. Better to wait just a little longer and get off to a good start. As someone once told me, no one got two lots off his ground in one season to my one yet.
So Labour managed it after all with a hair-line majority. But it would be a tightrope walk for whoever was destined to lead the country in these crucial days. Thing is –and I’m still convinced that the solution to calmer waters lies with the people themselves. If they would only pause in their mad race which leads to nowhere the way to sanity would be at their feet. As it is there’s no doubt that we’ve got to go without a lot of things before we’re through. And talking of denying, strange it is and appropriate in this season of Lent-the Master tells us to “deny thyself, the world forsake and humbly follow after me”. Beautiful words and very true. And true it is too that at some time or other we all have to take up our cross and its strength does bear our spirit up.
By this you’ll gather that I’ve no news to tell-and so ‘tis, we’re happy as usual. Chris did say this morning,’ Thought we should have heard from “our kid” by now after my marathon effort!’ We told him that no doubt you were still feeling the shock and under sedation. Presumably though the week has taken most of your time in end of term preparation, that’s always understood.
Whatever, we hope that health is good and things working out as you’d wish.
Fetched another large case from work this week which mam knocked into lengths. That kept me busy sawing again and now I’ve a huge pile laid by.
Chris is off to London tomorrow to see City play Queen’s Park Rangers in the FA Cup quarterfinal. I hope they win or at least draw for I’ve a sneaky feeling they’ll be in the final this year. Liverpool are going strong though and they’ll take some beating-they play Bristol City.
All being well I hope to repair Auntie Win’s shed and put on new roofing felt if its not too cold. How’s Mike getting along with his school-his football promotion etc? Tell him I’d just love to see his hand and accounts of his ventures for I don’t ever remember a message from him.
Can’t say that I enjoyed Mandy’s ‘Coming Out’ party. It was too cold to be comfortable and everybody sat around in a desultory fashion. True there was masses of food and very choice –but far too much. Uncle Jim tried to liven proceedings up with a couple of games but they trailed away with a stereo, which never did get going. Uncle George and Auntie Lil are coming for tea on Sunday, so that should be bright and can hardly fail to be otherwise with Aunty Lil’s cheery and homely company. To end, how about the competition I sent? Did you take it up. I’ve got all my questions and slogan nicely sewn except for ‘egg feast in Oxford shire’ about which I have written to the Information Bureau expecting a reply any day. All the other queries are definitely correct.
And now once again Love and Safe keeping to you and regards to Mike Dad.