Now yesterday I ended the day’s post with a Happy Birthday message to Jack my cousin Nicky’s son. It got me thinking about time and special memories. So this time last year as both Jack and Richard are in the army they were by some stroke of luck together in Africa on a games lodge, blown away by the wildlife there. Elephants at the watering hole which they looked out onto from their lodge. Two young lads who played together as kids, grew up together, connected by strong family ties were together from different regiments but able to share Happy Birthday with each other, what are the chances of that hey? So special.
What was I doing last year? Well we were all getting ready to fund raise for the Royal British Legion and abseil off Guildford Cathedral. I was worried about climbing the 280 stairs and launching myself off the top. We were determined at work to raise more than we did the previous year which was just over £1000. 2015 we raised over £4000. Peter Wakeham, from the Royal British Legion who has become a dear friend helped us organise event days prior to Poppy Day with a jeep outside the store, face painting for kids, done by Rebecca and he provided us with Royal British Legion merchandise to sell too. Emma, the team and I had a great time at Guildford Cathedral and I am so glad that I did it. As a store team we were top of the company for funding last year from the Royal British Legion and we were so so proud. Now this year I am so equally proud that HRH is taking my place and doing the abseil for me. I really do appreciate her doing this as I know that they wouldn’t let me do it in my condition, Thank you so much Janine (HRH) and I will sponsor you this year 🙂 Rebecca is also doing it too, as is Linda from BHS Kingston, this is a massive thing for Linda to do. Just leaving the store for the day is massive let alone the abseil off the Cathedral.
So then I started thinking about school and how I had promised stories about my fun times there and I decided to share with you one of my favourites, my last day at The Crestwood School. Now everything that I write in my blog is the truth, all of it so although this story may sound like a pre thought out joke, it is as always the honest truth. Just so that that statement makes sense I must explain the the hierarchy at the school for girls. If you were in trouble depending on your year it was Miss Woodhall first, then Mrs Smith and then Mrs Vickers! If you got to her you were in trouble, guess where I ended up? okay so here we go……
Last day was planned as ever to be spent at my house during the lunch break however unlike normal lunch breaks it would contain alcohol and lots of it. When at school we do some daft things hey but getting pissed in under an hour was ambitious to say the least. A large gang gathered, we had been planning it for weeks and wanted to just have a laugh.
I remember being in my kitchen with Michelle Cooper who had decided to assist in me getting pissed and poured me a very large Rum and black, with not much black in it at all. I downed the drink quickly as we were limited for time to get back to school. All full of alcohol we had to return for last lessons, which for me was Home Economics. As we left my house, Dunc my boyfriend at the time had his motorbike out side. I decided that I would return to school in style and ride pillion, without any protection, helmet etc just care free 🙂 I pulled up my uniform skirt to jump on board but I didn’t expect to hurt my leg/knee on the hot exhaust though, however with the rum inside me I couldn’t feel it.
All pissed school friends back in school, I remember looking down at my blouse and it had come undone. I hide in the cloakroom opposite the offices and tried to do up the buttons but I was having trouble. It suddenly dawned on me that I was pissed and still had to get through the end of the school day. I did the best I could to look decent and walked through the long corridors to the Home Economics classroom where previous shameful creations had been created in their, like green bread and pineapple outside down cakes most were disasters. I can’t even remember what we were supposed to be doing that day. Probably nothing as everyone was on a wind down.
The classroom only had high stools in there and I was perched on one. The door opened and Mrs Woodhall came in, she marched straight up to me and said “where were you at lunchtime” my house I replied “and what were you doing?” now the only thing I could remember was my leg so I lifted my skirt above my knee and said “I hurt my knee” I think I was going for the sympathy vote. She said nothing to that and marched back out.
About 15 minutes later Mrs Smith walked into the classroom and said “where were you at lunchtime” my house I replied “and what were you doing?” again all I could think of was my leg and the sympathy vote, so I replied as I had to Miss Woodhall that I had hurt my knee. Mrs Smith said nothing and walked out again.
Again about 15 minutes later Mrs Vickers came into the classroom and said “where were you at lunchtime” my house I replied “and what were you doing?” Now this time as the rum had really taken hold of me as I went to show her my leg I fell off the high stool backwards landing in a big heap on the floor. “Get her to medical” was all I could hear. As I was helped down the corridor to the medical room I thought lovely I will just lie down and sleep it off. But as the doors opened I was greeted with a room full of pissed friends who had been to my house at lunch time. I thought this was hilarious and shouted ‘Yeah’! and we all fell about giggling in pleasure as I was with my mates again.
I was told I was a disgrace to the school in getting so many people drunk and that all our mothers would be called to come to collect us from school. My mom was contacted but she said she wasn’t coming to collect me, so Sandra O’nions a good friend and 6th former took me home. On passing the High Arces pub I spotted Dunc’s motorbike outside and decided to pop in to say hello and discuss my afternoon of getting most of my year drunk. I had being going into this pub for years and forgot that I had my school uniform on, whoops my secret was out, under age drinker. They didn’t seem to mind.
I was told when I returned to school that they were very disappointed in me and that they had considered not letting me take my final exams, This was never going to happen but you believe them don’t you? I begged forgiveness and said that I had learnt my lesson and told them how sorry I was however I knew that I would never forget my last day at school and never would the teachers either.
So back to time and I think about next year, what will that look like I wonder? I have been told by friends to just take the days one at a time as to process time and the possibility of not being here in a year is just too much to think about. I do however have lots of precious memories of more drunken tales to share with you so don’t worry.
I’ve have just returned from the Sunrise ward where my chemo drugs bottle that I carry around with me has been disconnected. Greeted by warm smiles and ‘have you been to the loo?’ bless them all. Nurse Daisy had been trapped in the loo for a while and the maintenance men had to let her out. She loved the Daisies that I left for her and they have all read the post about Daisy’s pre – chemo chat and found it hilarious, it’s so Daisy if you knew her.
I can report that the wonderful bosses at Gatwick Airport via the big man himself, ‘Juddy’ are sending me a cheque for £250 after Juddy shared my story and blog with them. Thank you all so much as this is appreciated by me and the charity. Some people are just so lovely aren’t they?
I hope to bring you news soon on the Calendar front as it’s all going really well so far and we will be able to take your orders soon. Not too much longer to wait before you can start to cross another Christmas present off the long endless lists that we all start to work on from now until the big day, or is that just me? Well it used to be me.
And finally I like to post up the candle photo’s from Rita after her trip to Sunday mass and I haven’t done this. So here is Rita’s church and candles from my prayers list from last week. Thank you Rita as ever my angel.