Went to attend an open day today, but that got messed up, so instead bummed around. I was inspired by the pub I was in to write, so I wrote ”Ye Olde Swiss Cottage.”
After the funeral that I chose not to attend, my mum wanted to go back to the cremetorium to see the coffin and the wreaths one last time, but when she arrived and saw the coffin, it was only her wreath that remained. “The other people”, no longer considered as family in my mind, have taken theirs away.
There was probably an offer on giving them half their money back if they returned them on the same day.
Even though this is my personal blog, and I should be able to express my own opinions, I wouldn’t want to incriminate myself by writing about “the other people”, because up until the point where I blocked them on facebook, they stalked me on there, following my comments and conversations and saving my pictures in a file, then phoning up my mum telling her that they think that I may be a lesbian and I use the F-Word too much. I’m NOT gay, but even if I were, what kind of way is it to “come out” like that?! She had absolutely no right. It would just be humiliating. But WHO would ring someone up and say that?! Totally ridiculous behaviour for an over-the-hill, cold-hearted, evil, old woman.
Twat.
But I’m not bitter…
S.E.M
xx
Hey darkling, I totally agree with you, those people are disgusting and especially that ‘old woman.’ Some dickheads think they have the right to screw around in stuff that doesn’t concern them…
So how are you hun?
Heffers
McInty
x
x
x
thanks hef, your supportive anger is awesome =]
i’m good, i’m just reminiscing about the old days back in welsh with mrs.booth me and you table tapping and singing. Seriously good times.
you? xxx