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DUVET DAYS
MONDAY 21st.JUNE
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
My diary on the 21st.June, which is to say the least a strange day to start but why not! Today is the day that babies will be born unto the world and some people will die leaving this world.
My day as been somewhat less eventful, at last I have finished marking the last of these bloody exam papers! The things that we do to earn a little extra cash I must have read this is the story that starts � This is the story of ordinary people Indeed they may live in your street, indeed the may be you. This I must have read nearly seventy times over the past couple of weeks. Every now and then when I read have a break make a cup of coffee, maybe some fruit and reflect on what you have just read. Then maybe, just maybe that will encourage you to read some more. Then maybe, just maybe that will encourage you to read some more. Not after the first the thirty of these! It has been a marathon!
MONDAY 21st JUNE
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
Gaz was in Court today wonder how he�s gone on. I haven�t heard anything, so he�s probably alright. He is a true mate! If he�d have said my name, what with my shop lifting convictions I would have been banged up by now! Bound have been! Gone
down for aiding and abetting or something fucking stupid! I�ll have to ring Gaz in my lunch hour tomorrow, see how is!
TUESDAY 22nd JUNE
ANNA (DIARY.)
Just fucking look at my life its shit! Another six months and I�ll be twenty one. I fucking hate living here with mum the bitch! She�s never been the same since dad went, dad went years ago. I�ve had plenty of uncles over the years. What gutter they were dragged up from is still fucking beyond me! Not real fucking uncles but you know the kind that I fucking mean. There�s another on the way, I can always tell when a new name keeps getting fucking mentioned.
I wish now I�d have stayed on in the fucking sixth Form then gone on to University. I�d have been in my fucking last year now. Mum wanted me to stay on, well after a year in the sixth Form I had just had a fucking enough! So for the past three years I�ve worked in the fucking café its in a large department store.
WEDNESDAY 23rd JUNE
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
Today I was at a meeting, a meeting of one of the sub-committees that I sit on with the Local Council;
It was a meeting that had no direct effect on myself, that of the banning smoking in all Council and Local Authority Buildings. The list is vast, never ending, to cut a long story short after two hours of open debate the vote was unanimous to start the ban at the beginning of next month.
In the case of an employee been caught smoking would be given a written warning and on the third warning be dismissed. A member of the general public caught for the third time could be banned from all Public and Local Authority buildings, even the centre of town.
It was agreed that provisions would gave to be made for smokers such as bus shelter like buildings be provided at places such as hospitals, bus and train stations and places of work.
A report from the Prisoners rights review committee was received and welcomed. The basic thought was that Prisons were the domain of the Home Office and it was for them to make their decision on smoking. This did leave a grey area that of people in Police custody, the general consensus been that the maximum time for the Police to hold someone was twenty four hours except for special cases. Taking into consideration that the Police weren�t allowed to smoke on their premises neither should a prisoner.
WEDNESDAY 23rd JUNE
ANNA (DIARY.)
To be honest I don�t think me mum gives a fucking sod anymore. She now lives on another planet, the planet they call fucking alcohol, she�s always pissed and never bothers to tidy the fucking house. Seriously I don�t think that she knows where the fucking cooker is! So if she can�t be bothered neither can fucking I!
Don�t get me wrong I do have fucking ambitions I sing and play guitar, I was classically trained in the guitar, of which I have several acoustic, semi-acoustic and several electric, with amplification.
What with guitar and fucking singing lessons and the fucking equipment when I was younger it must have cost mum a small fortune, thousands of fucking pounds! Back then though she hadn�t discovered the fucking planet alcohol.
THURSDAY 24th JUNE
SONYA (DIARY.)
May days follow a pattern, but not a regular pattern. It is a love hate relationship between work and I. Luckily I only Monday and Tuesday part-time teaching humanities at the local Comprehensive School. Not the Comprehensive School that r Ellie my step-daughter attends, but the one at the other side of the town. Tom said that the one at the other side of town would be more suited to Ellie. Anyway those words came from his mouth, but I knew the words came from Toms� darling mother. Yes there was definitely a tension between his mother and I.
Working in the café is just a way of having money in my pocket until I become rich and famous. Well I say rich and famous, just rich would suite me just fine. I�m the only female in the band, which is my choice I couldn�t do with all that girlie chitchat of another female, no, no way!
THURSDAY 24th JUNE
ANNA (DIARY.)
Today was my band practice, well when I say that I have I band what I should say is that I�m in a fucking band. We are rehearsing at the moment, we�ve been bloody rehearsing for the past two fucking years! Believe me though I will get what I want somehow some fucking day!
There are problems although not as many often as there use to be, you know the rest of the band trying to get inside my fucking knickers or should I say inside me! Fuck me basically! I�m not built that fucking way, well I am built that way in body obviously but my mind dosen�t have desires on the male sex. And as for having fucking sex with one of them no! No fucking way!
On my way to band practice I came across Gaz, he fucking got off with six months suspended, no fine and even got to keep the tyres! Its not something I�m going to get involved with again! At first I thought it all in fucking innocence. We pulled into the tyre centre Gaz told me stay in the van as the tyre fitter fitted new tyre all round then disappeared into a backroom. It was then that with the screech of the new tyres we sped off down the fucking road without fucking paying!
I fucking told Gaz there and then, I told him there then that they always take the fucking registration number when you drive-in to those fucking places! Gaz told me, shouted at me even, to shut he fuck up. But I was right as always he had the Police knocking on his fucking door, just at the same time that the fucking dawn chorus had started.
FRIDAY 25th JUNE
SONYA (DIARY.)
A relaxing but a day where I did do something�s that I have been meaning to for a long time but never gotten around to do. You know those things that need doing that make life that little easier. More organised.
I took everything out of my draws and placed everything neatly upon the bed. In the cubby-hole under the stairs, that�s where I found that dressing gown that Tom had bought me for Christmas, but that�s another story, I took at the left over Christmas wrapping paper and used it line my draws, the methodically replaced everything back into the draws. Neatly stacked piles of knickers, bra�s and slips in one draw. Tights, stockings, a variety of socks and some feminine health necessities.
Oh yes and those to bloody suspender belts that Tom bought for me last Christmas. I thought they were a joke, he had other thoughts! I won�t go down that avenue. Honestly there the most uncomfortable ever to wear, but you will know that won�t you! He ought to try wearing them! That�s painted a terrible picture momentarily in my mind.
Oddments in another and the third draw was one of the draws that how ever one tried on order couldn�t be got. A rebel draw if you wish!
With my dressing gown off, I took hold of the hem of my night dress then pulled it over my head, then folding it carefully and place it neatly on my pillow next to Toms pyjamas.
I dare not look at myself naked in the wall mirror, I don�t suppose that I have a bad body for a woman of my age. I open the top draw and took out a bra, black tights and two pairs of sensible knickers. Can�t do with these scanty things.
First putting on a pair of knickers. Rolling on my tights carefully, I then stand up and put on the other pair of knickers over the tights. From my wardrobe I will select one of my many suits. Now please don�t get me wrong there is nothing that I like that to wear comfortable when around the house or going out shopping or what have you. So I usually go for leggings or a short skirt, always I wear baggie tee-shirts, to cover my rather large bum and boobs. I�ve loads of tee-shirts. On these occasions I don�t wear any make-up apart from some lipstick.
With my suit on I then apply my usual full face of makeup. Then brush my hair thirty times each side, then using her usual hairspray, gives it a spray to hold it. My hair is a shoulder length bob, not dyed, just left its natural dark brown. A sensible style for a woman of her age social standing. Although it does take some looking after.
FRIDAY 25th JUNE
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
The other day I was thinking as I walked through the park. Do I have a fucking
routine? Well I don�t really have a one, well know that you would call a routine. Through the week I get up as soon as the fucking alarm goes off otherwise I would sleep well into the fucking afternoon. Anyway get out of fucking bed avoiding the piles of clothes and take-away foil trays and pizza boxes. Then go through to the bathroom and have a wash and clean my teeth, then back into the bedroom and get something to wear from out of the wardrobe. Brush my hair, the put it in a bun if I�m going to work. My hair I might add is very thick and goes half way down my back.
Obviously at work I�m in my fucking uniform so I have no choice in the matter there of what I wear. Really I�m split two fucking ways with clothes I love gothic, so a lot of my clothes are black, long skirts and large dangly cuffs. My make-up consisting of purples and blacks, with white foundation. On the other side of me, every fucking now and then I like to dress really femme, pinks and white tops and short, short skirts and over the top high heeled shoes. God I must look like a cross between a fucking Barbie and a fucking drag queen!
There�s one other thing that I have just remembered fucking underwear, apart from a couple of bras and a couple of pairs of gee-strings that all that I fucking own! Usually I go commando, it makes me feel freer.
SATURDAY 26th JUNE
SONYA (DIARY.)
A great deal of my time is spent at City Hall where I sit on various committees concerned with matters regarding Education and the Cities Leisure facilities. My predecessor got a CBE on last years Queens Christmas Honours List. Yes I think local Politics could be my forte, more doors opening, new networks to be made! What with running the house, working at school and Local Government its like having three jobs!
I get no help from either of them I only get time to relax when both Tom and Ellie out of the house. What makes matters worse Tom likes a cooked breakfast so that is what we have. Which I suppose is nice because we can have a family chat. I might add he never cooks a breakfast himself! Not even on a weekend! And as for Ellie she never lifts a finger!
Anyway with them gone I switch on the radio on the windowsill in the kitchen.
Either radio three or four depending on how I am feeing, read for an hour or so if I have the time Then its upstairs to the bedroom. Brush my hair thirty times each side, then using her usual hairspray, gives it a spray to hold it.
SATURDAY 26th JUNE
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
We had a fucking gig last night, it was at a fucking party. Yes I know a party but it wasn�t a fucking kids birthday party was it! It was big fuck off house one of those near the college, they were all third year fucking students and hadn�t seen each other all fucking summer. Well that a good enough fucking reason as any to have a party isn�t it!
We weren�t getting paid for it but we could have as much to fucking drink as we wanted! And did fucking we! They had a large yard out back of the house, that�s where we were playing. In between sets we would go in the house get some more fucking cans and see what was going on.
In one fucking room there was this fucking geezer sat on the floor with a cardboard box next to him. His hair was matted. His jeans were ripped and they looked as though they smelt. We watched for a few minutes, nothing was fucking happening. Then he reached into the cardboard box and after a struggle pulled out a mouse. He let the fucking mouse run across the floor. The mouse hadn�t even travelled a metre when a fucking snake shot from under the table and swallowed the mouse whole.
We watched the lump travel down the snakes body. The lump was the mouse. The geezer With his hair was matted. His jeans were ripped and they looked as though they smelt who sat on the floor next to the cardboard box turned and smiled at us. Then we left the room.
TUESDAY 29TH.JUNE
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
The fucking banging awoke me, then I realised it was the unmistakeable banging of fucking Detective Sergeant Cooper and his cronies. There�s only one reason why there here this time in a morning I thought to myself looking at the alarm clock. Five o�fucking clock! Why Oh fuck why do we have to have these games of charades at such unearthly times in the morning! Haven�t they got anything better to fucking do!
�Come on open the fucking door Anna! Save us the trouble of breaking the fucker down!�
�Hold on I�m fucking coming!�
I shouted as I got out of bed and made my way downstairs.
One by one I unlocked the deadlocks on the door;
�Come Anna I want to get back to the station for some breakfast.�
He stood there laughing with two uniformed pigs when I opened the door. Holding a piece of paper in his hand, which he flashed in my face as he passed me and exclaimed;
�Warrant!�
The two uniformed pigs followed him. He stopped on the third step of the stairs and said;
�God no wonder fucking you bat for the other side, look at the fucking state of you! No man in his fucking right mind would have you!�
The two pigs joined him in his laughter, which did annoy me even more;
�You�re here to do a job fucking do it!�
�I�ll take upstairs you two look down here.�
One pig looked in the fucking kitchen, the other the back room, just as well as mother would be most likely crashed out in the fucking living room. It didn�t even take them five minutes to look, my own personal fucking supply was on my dressing table as usual which Sergeant Cooper brought back down with him;
�Right we�re taking you down the station Anna.�
I knew this routine inside out, if I argued I would be arrested and up in Court by the end of the day, if I played along with them I�d be on my way home in a few hours.
�I�ll just go and get dressed.�
�No!�
Exclaimed Sergeant Cooper, blocking the stairs so I couldn�t go up them. The expression upon his face gave away the fact that he was playing games with me, games that I could well do with out at this time in a morning.
�I�ve no fucking nickers on!�
I said which brought laughter from all three of them. Quickly I drew up my tee-shirt and fucking exposed myself to Sergeant Cooper, which did fucking shock him. The other two continued with their laughter, so I turned and fucking exposed myself to them which brought their laughter to an abrupt halt.
�Right fucking nick her!�
Said Sergeant Cooper in a raised voice. Then one of the pigs read me my rights and put the cuffs on me!
�You can�t, I didn�t invite you in!�
There was a silence, broken by one of the two pigs;
�She�s right Serg, we can�t!�
Sergeant Cooper took one of my coats which was laid over the bottom of the banister.
�Here put it on! We are taking you down the fucking station for questioning.�
Without saying anything I started to put my coat on. Noises were coming from the living room, the noise must have woken mum from her drunken stupor.
�We�d better get out of here or else we�ll need an other fucking car with two if them. Besides I can do without that drunken cow at this time in the fucking morning.�
Even though it was early in the morning, most of the neighbour were out looking or sneaking a look from behind their curtains. It was nothing new to them, me been taken away by the Police wearing fucking handcuffs!
They took me down the station, they questioned me and let me out just after ten. I felt a fucking right state walking through the town unwashed, hair not brushed and only wearing a dirty tee-shirt and a coat that didn�t even cover the tee-shirt, But these are the silly little fucking games that Sergeant Cooper plays. Pathetic really because he even had to give me my fucking stash back, it fell into the category of for personal use. Good job he didn�t find the rest in the fucking living room! Well mum does have some fucking uses!
TUESDAY 29TH.JUNE
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
Yes Tom has done it again the third year on the trot he has cancelled our holidays! Last year it was Rome and a few days in Naples and two nights on the isle of Capri. Now Egypt! Yet again Tom�s fucking work commitments! Its just not fucking on! I don�t want to say anything else I�m rely getting fucking annoyed!
WEDNESDAY 30TH.JUNE
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
I remember yesterday. I remember yesterday well. It was a normal day, no different to any other day. I�d just come from the bank, I was walking through the market. The market as usual on a Thursday was bustling. As I walked faces were oblivious to me. Then there was a face, a face that hit me it was Councillor Williams or in the true light of day should I say eGaz-Councillor Williams. He had lost his seat in the summer elections and was a major voice in City Hall.
After the normal polite pleasantries we went for a coffee. Our conversation or should I say in reality his conversation was brief and to the point, it was the conclusion of our conversation that drew me close to tears. Honestly! That can reiterate his statement and I quote �Your better of never been a Councillor than been a defeated Councillor.�
THURSDAY 1ST. JULY
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
Today has been a fucking busy day a hard day, I have been rushed off my feet, three fucking coach loads arrived something to with the sales. Anyway Babs and I were rushed off our feet. When I get home tonight I just want to relax in a fucking bath then watch some television. I hope mum isn�t too fucking pissed when I get back.
THURSDAY 1ST. JULY
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
This morning sat at my dressing table brushing my hair, thirty times each side as usual. I thought to myself I�ve having a most marvellous summer. Then my thoughts was broken by the post falling through the letter box.
What a start to the day I really do feel sorry for the poor postman or should I say post person fifteen letters, fifteen letters and nine of them were all concerned with Local Government. Three hundred pages in all. It makes me think that is all these different departments actually talked to each other the amount of money that could be saved is beyond belief. It would have been a fraction of the cost to send my paper work in one parcel, not to mention saving the Post Persons legs!
So there is plenty of reading for me to do over the next few evenings. There not to be read like reading a book but really read. Know your subject. Perfect Planning Prevents Pathetic Performance and all those other sayings. Sayings or not they do hold a great amount of credence in the world today. More people should take heed of what I say.
Now its letters upon letters upon letters, upon letters ! Its getting ridiculous. I really will have to give the Post person a good Christmas box this year! Still its not my fault that local Government love passing pieces of paper to each other, but I�m equally to blame I suppose.
FRIDAY 2ND. (JULY .)
ANNA�S DIARY
I don�t know why the fuck I don�t throw that fucking alarm clock away. I could stay in bed like the rest of the layabout�s who live around here and get what the state gives me. But no not me I go out and work so that I can enjoy myself. Enjoy myself that�s a laugh! Get paid on a Friday, have two nights out on the town then I�m skint again come Monday. I swear if I didn�t work in the café I wouldn�t eat through the week!
Oh yes and there�s fucking mother sweet wonderful mother! Give it another minute or two and she�ll be off to the bog, that�s if she hasn�t done it already on the settee in the living room where she was when I came in last night!
That�s it I�ll have to get up or it will be late for work.
FRIDAY 2ND. JULY
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
It was a single letter that came threw the letter box this morning, a thank you letter for the work that I have did last year. It was from the Lord Mayor would you believe. Signed by hand would you believe! My second year I can�t believe it myself. All that I have to do is keep a clean sheet say as little as possible and join as many committees as possible for the next three years then my four year term is complete. Been on the opposing side to the City Council is not a comfortable place to be. Try it sometime if you wish.
TUESDAY 6TH JULY
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
Had the day off today Babs didn�t believe me when I rang in and said that I had the fucking shits. Anyway that�s her problem!
WEDNESDAY 7TH JULY
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
Today the day that we were supposed to go to Egypt. All year I have been looking forward to the pyramids, the valley of the Kings, the Cairo museum and of course the kasbah. But its not to be just like Rome last year.
That three day cruise down the Nile sounded something else. Suggested that Ellie and I went but Tom said that it would be too expensive. How hw worked that one out I just don�t know. Anyway I�ve had to settle for a few days in Paris with Ellie. There�s nothing wrong with Paris I am looking forward to it but its just not the Cairo is it!
Of course Ellie was soon bought by Paris with its clothes shops. It wouldn�t surprise me if Ellie didn�t talk Tom into the two of us going to Paris!
THURSDAY 8TH JULY
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
We had a family discussion at great length last night, would you believe it! For a break Ellie and will go to Paris for a few days and to keep Ellie company she can take a friend. We would pay just if the friends parents would provide her with pocket money. I made a point of her friend been her, I didn�t want to be in Paris with two teenagers trying to get into each other pants. My motive been that they can both look after each other and give me some space. Tom wasn�t interested in the slightest in Paris, which is just fine by me.
FRIDAY 9th JULY
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
This morning was one of those mornings, on the pillow there next to me she fucking lay. I had seen her around town in the in scene bars but we had never spoken before never mind had sex. Certainly there was no question of that we had last night, I could tell inside me was to say the least a little more than fucking tender. She must have been fucking rough and done a lot of it as I do have rather a large fucking capacity! If you know what I mean!
In a rush I half sat up to see the alarm clock the other side of her, ten minutes to seven it read. Shit I�ve to be up for work in ten minutes I thought to myself. Then I let my head fall back onto the fucking pillow with a thump, this awoke her. She looked at me and said nothing. At first we both lay there still, motionless that was until she raised her legs and parted them, then threw back the duvet. Nothing was said between us, I adequately satisfied her needs, her my needs mot my needs.
As we dressed I tried to remember her name but couldn�t, she was sat on the side of the bed putting her tights on so I asked;
�Its awful of me to say this but I can�t remember your fucking name!�
She Laughed not stopping pulling on her tights as she did and said;
�That�s because you never asked!�
We didn�t speak then until we were both dressed.
�Well have to be quite, my mum may hear us.�
�Your mum! Fucking hell!�
Then she broke into a fit of laughter.
It was drizzling as we walked down the road towards the town together. Unwashed and on my part feeling for the worse after last night. Quickly I looked at the clock on my phone, seven forty five. Fuck! Ten minutes to get to work. Shit! I quickened our pace.
�Your some kind of waitress then?�
Which was a fair assumption as I was wearing my uniform for work;
�Yes I work in the café in the centre. You�ll have to come and see me sometime.�
She paused before answering;
�Maybe.�
We were now approaching the town centre the little conversation that we had had subsided ten minutes ago.
�Do I get a phone number, meet up sometime soon. I don�t even know your name!�
�No that�s right, lets keep things the way that they are.�
Stopping dead in her tracks she looked about her;
�I�m off this way.�
Without another word she crossed the road, then disappeared down a side street. I went to work.
FRIDAY 9th JULY
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
A morning course at Wynet Hall on the role of Governors. The course in general I found useful, although I was somewhat surprised at the low attendance and towards the end of the meeting my mind was drifting in other directions. There were two Magpies on the roof of the building opposite, they must have had a nest nearby or were building one. In turn they would fly to the ground and pick up twigs in their beaks the disappear to the other side of the roof, only to return minutes later then the other would fly off and do the same. But all that aside they gave us the most wonderful lunch. Wynet Hall that is not the magpies!
FRIDAY 16th JULY
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
This morning before going to the meeting I went to travel agents on the High Street and booked the few days in Paris for Ellie, her friend Jayne and myself. All of the school holidays I have tried to get Ellie do something, go to the cinema or go to the gym, plat tennis anything!. But no, she just sits around the house.
Tom and I have talked about a trip abroad would do both Ellie and I good to go abroad and have a girlie few days away together. The problem been that Ellie and I don�t gel that well so I thought that it would be a good idea for her to take a friend. Ellie thought this a great idea, besides it will give me some well deserved time to myself.
Ellie said last night that her friend Jayne had agreed to come along with us. I�ve never seen Jayne but I have heard Ellie mention her many times. Jayne�s mother rang me later in the evening and said that it was a splendid idea and she would send a cheque through the post. She asked how much for, well I hadn�t really got a clue so I said the first figure that came to my head, two hundred pounds. There was a pause before she spoke again and said that two hundred pounds sounded very reasonable amount for a young girl to have for a few days in Paris.
FRIDAY 16th JULY
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
We had a really good rehearsal last night at the church hall and to tell you the truth I was feeling a little pissed and didn�t feel like travelling all the way across time to my own bed. It was Ned the bass player who offered for me to stay at his place, which I gladly excepted.
At this point I must make it clear that stage that Ned took some convincing that I wasn�t in the slightest interested in the male species which up until this point I thought had eventually fucking sunk him with him. But fucking no!
I have slept with all the band but just as mates, certainly fucking sex had never been on the menu nor will it ever fucking will be. Something awoke me I glanced at the alarm clock it read twenty five past two.
My eyes closed again only to awake minutes later, I was been prodded in the small of my back, instinctively I knew what it was, so I rolled over to find Ned still asleep. Violently I shook him shouting;
�Wake up you dirty fucking bastard! Wake up you dirty fucking bastard! Wake up you dirty fucking bastard!�
To which he did and I must say he was looking somewhat surprised. Still half asleep he said;
�What is it you mad fucking bitch?�
Sitting up in bed I pulled back the duvet revealing his much aroused phallic, which he immediately attempted to hide with his hands. Without a further word I got from the bed and put on my top and skirt.
�What a complete waist, what a complete waist! You do don�t know what your missing you stupid fucking cow!�
He pulled the duvet back over him and continued to watch me as I stepped into my thong and pulled it up.
�Where are you fucking going?�
He asked.
�Fucking home!�
I replied sharply.
�There�s no need stay! I was fucking asleep!�
�We�ve had this conversation so many fucking times before Ned!�
I said as I stepped into my shoes, opened the bedroom door then left for home.
SATURDAY 17TH JULY
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
This seems the perfect time to write an entry into my diary. With my night dress on and dressing gown on to keep me extra warm I am snug. I�m really getting into this reading in bed, I have just finished the twelfth chapter, didn�t even hear the television downstairs when I was reading I was so engrossed. Now the sound of the television is blatantly clear!
It has been a good week a really good week but you know that don�t you.
Shit! Tom! He�s going to want his nuptials in the morning. It would be easier for me if he went to a prostitute I wouldn�t mind, not at all honest! He wouldn�t afford the expense, there�s no chance of him having an affair, nobody else would have him! Well he�s not what you call full of charm and panache! No its down to me to lay there and let him get on with it. In all honesty I do know where the saying layback and think of England comes from!
The television has just been turned off, I best turn out the light and pretend that I an asleep.
MONDAY 19TH JULY
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
It was my day off today so I went working for Gaz. Gaz has always got some fucking scheme or other going on. Today it was roofing. Now when I say roofing Gaz brings another meaning to the word, he�ll find a group of terraced houses and pick one out that does need some new roof tiles. When he has replaced the roof tiles he will go to the other side of the terrace and take tiles from another house.
That�s where I come in the fucking scam, I�ll knock on their door and say that we are doing some roofing work in the area and we have noticed that they have some roof tiles missing! Which is true! I even go so far as to invite them into the street to have a look, which usually they do.
Then I go into fucking my sales speech which depends upon who and what kind of person that I�m dealing with, but the price starts from fifty pounds cash, no fucking cheques excepted under any fucking circumstances and always, always cash upfront! We�ll I don�t think that its totally fucking legal but its sixty quid in my pocket for a few hours work.
Gaz keeps trying to get me to go and fucking work with him, it wouldn�t work, we�d spend all the time in the pub after we had earned a few quid!
TUESDAY 20TH JULY
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
Had the day off fucking today Babs didn�t believe me when I rang in and said that I had the fucking shits. Anyway that�s her fucking problem!
TUESDAY 20TH JULY
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
This is what been a teacher is all about, the holidays! I�m thinking of having my hair in a new style but I can�t decide which style. Years ago I use to have it short short. It was really easy to keep care of, but somehow I think I�m a little past that stage now.
THURSDAY 22ND. JULY
SONYA (DIARY.)
The cheque for Paris arrived from Jayne�s mother this morning.
FRIDAY 23RD. JULY
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
I was walking in town this fucking afternoon and there was this geezer walking towards me. I knew him from years ago. We stopped and talked but I couldn�t remember the geezers fucking name. Its terrible when you talk to someone and you can�t remember their fucking name or where you know them from!
After we had finished fucking talking and gone our separate ways I could remember everything about the fucking geezer. Fucking strange! It is said that the human brain is alike a dustbin, it takes in everything. It just takes time to find what you want when you fucking want.
FRIDAY 23RD. JULY
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
Ah yes coffee with Honey! For the first part of the conversation Honey paid little to no attention to what I was saying . The fact been I suppose that Honey had no interest in the topic if conversation what so ever, she would rather talk of her favourite topic which is herself.
It was on when we started our second cup of coffee that Honey was able to get a word in edgeways which I was pleased with as I was struggling to find something else to talk about;
�I�m going to a singles club tonight, out on the pull!�
A smirk like expression came to her face, a look of shock came upon my face.
�Honestly what are you like Honey! At your age for god sake!�
Honey looked offended at my remark, then retorted at me;
�You should come along have a bit of let your hair down enjoy yourself for once!�
�No, no its not for me, trying to picked up or get picked up by someone else�s years of problems! Beside I�m married to Tom, I�m happy!�
I said with confidence in my voice. That remark brought laughter from Honey; so much so she spilt some of her coffee into the saucer.
�We all carry baggage, it�s a part of the package. Anyway if you get taken out for a meal and have a good time at some blokes expense that can�t be too bad now can it! Besides you, you been happily married to Tom that�s a joke if I ever heard one Sonya!�
Now I was irritated not annoyed, there is a difference. I had to put Honey straight on the matter;
�I didn�t say that, I said that I was married and I�m happy, there is a difference!�
This brought an uncomfortable silence between the pair of us which was broke by me saying;
�I�m writing a play at the moment about social decline in this country, its really good even though I say it myself.�
�Plenty of sex, drink and drugs in it then!�
�No, no its not about that at all!�
�It won�t sell then! Really you want to get out more, come out with me to the singles club tonight that�s bound to give you plenty to write about. Who knows you could be the next Jackie Collins!�
�No really its as you say its really not my scene.�
Our previous silence reared its ugly head yet again until Honey quickly drunk her coffee and announced;
�Look I�ll really will have to go, I�ve a meeting that I had forgotten about.�
I knew there was no meeting but out of politeness I didn�t bring Honey to task about it. Honey finished her coffee we said our goodbyes and parted company.
Ellie was a strange kind of mood all evening, I hope that it was nothing to do with me been sharp with her at Oxendale.
SATURDAY 24TH. JULY.
SONYA�S (DIARY.)
I have had a marvellous evening Ellie has gone to the cinema, well that what she says I know that she�s gone to the pub and as for Tom god knows where he is. Who cares! She got back earlier and she was in a right mood!
I have spent the entire evening sat on the sofa with a box of chocolates and my book. I�ll read another chapter then go to bed.
SATURDAY 24TH JULY.
ANNA�S (DIARY.)
Don�t ask me why but after something like what happened with fucking Ned after band rehearsals I always have the urge to go out on the pull and this was certainly no exception. I�m not a great fucking lover of the gay scene on a weekend, there are so many straight girls there, who are there because they feel safe, if you get what I fucking mean! If I�m on the pull I prefer lunchtime or teatime, then the cards are on the fucking table so to speak.
Anyway I did what I usually fucking do which is look out for someone who is not fucking over trendy, at least in her mid twenties or older. Having said that I do draw the line at over fucking fifties, not as though I have anything against the over fifties, I have had sex with them before, it just that it looks too obvious if you know what I fucking mean. Too stereotypical to a homophobe�s who try to pigeon hole us as a fucking male and a female.
It was about half past night, maybe later that I fucking spotted her, the one that I wanted. A little on the large side if you know what I fucking mean, but that didn�t bother me in the slightest, as I can�t fucking do with a skeleton with skin on it and I do like boobs, fucking large boobs!.
She looked not unlike the dark haired one from that fucking American detective series that they sometimes have on in an afternoon. Cagney and fucking Lacy, yes that it. She wore a white suite and was stood over by the cigarette machine, holding what looked like to me a fucking gin and tonic. You�ll have to forgive me I�m not very good at ages but I should imagine that she�d be late fucking thirties early forties or something fucking like that.
To cut along fucking story short we got talking she told me her name, not as though I can fucking remember it now. Anyway then she started to tell me her life story, well and I told her straight that I didn�t know I just wanted fucking sex. So she said �that we�d best drink-up and be off then.� Which was just fucking fine by me.
Mum was unconscious on the fucking sofa, when we got back. The ashtray on her lap and surrounded by four two litre empty fucking bottles of strong cider. Quickly I closed the fucking door in the hope that my bed buddy for the night wouldn�t see the state of mum and the fucking room. Even if she did she didn�t say anything about it.
We had sex that night, not the best of sex by any stretch of the fucking imagination but never the less it was fucking sex. The tonic that I needed after the episode with fucking Ned.
I awoke to the sound of my bedroom door closing, then the sound of the traffic coming from the main road outside. Then the sound of footsteps going down the fucking stairs, as my partner for the night was leaving. Leaving without saying fucking goodbye! Then to my dismay I heard the front door swung fucking open, I knew that it was mum returning from the corner shop with her mornings fucking cider. The cider which she calls fucking breakfast! Quickly I looked a the alarm clock which read seven twenty four, I sat up in bed to hear the barrage of abuse from mum directed at my partner from last night.
The front door slammed shut as my last nights partner left the house. Taking comfort back under the duvet I snuggled up and tried to go back to sleep. Even though I knew that even though this was the time of day, mum would be at her fucking soberest. any fucking confrontation with her would be to say the least not fruitful.
