1999: Mums back to work today, thank goodness; she’s giving me breathing space at last. We were both much happier this morning, especially when I knew I was going to Nanny’s and I waved mummy off with a kiss and a smile. Ahh. Peace at last. I made Nanny proud today, we went to see Nanny’s friends and I was on my bestest behaviour. I have to prove my mummy wrong, all these terrible stories she tells Nan about me. I fell asleep on the way home and Nan woke me up at 5.00 when I found myself on the settee and saw that Pa was already home. I was very excited to see him and mummy as she walked in but I didn’t really want to be awake. Pa has bought me a lovely box of books full of fairy tales. It’s like a little brief case, so I keep setting off to work, just like mummy.
2019: If only work were a fairy tale. I really need a career change but everywhere wants grade C English and I got a D. Mum suggested going to night school but as I pointed out, I couldn’t do it every day practicing, I’m not likely to get it now with my dyscalculia. I really fancy doing repartition work or working at a funeral directors. Saw a job for the mortuary at Great Ormond Street today but when I rang I discovered the post had already gone. Went to mums this morning to help fix the shower in my old room. Mum noted me wearing a new outfit – retail therapy with her Sainsburys card! I also managed to get out for a haircut so feeling a little better.
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