This morning I learnt that my auntie Terri, my dads half-sister, is extremely ill with lung cancer . She was apparently diagnosed in the summer and is now in hospital. It made me sob because I adored her so much when I was little but I haven’t seen her since 1996 and that was at my nanas funeral. I’ve been thinking about her all day. She let me drink Martini’s when I was a nipper. She is a fabulous woman.
Yesterday the man who knocked down and killed, whilst under the influence of a combination of heroin and cocaine, two boys from the school where I work was sentenced to ten years in prison. That’s five years for each life he stole. I didn’t actually know the boys particularly well as I’d only been working there for five months at the time, but I was in a couple of classes with one of them. I still remember the last thing he said to me. “Go away – I don’t need any help”. His teacher had asked me to hover around him to keep him working rather than messing about and I suppose that didn’t do much for his street-cred! I expect that I’ll always remember that. It’s funny how we can remember the most trivial things.
On a happier note I’m off to Cambridge tomorrow for The Blokeys works party. What fun. I’m a little apprehensive actually, being the shy, quiet chick that I am . I’m sure a few vodka’s will liven me up though. It’s just a shame that I have to get up for work on Friday. And why couldn’t that traffic nightmare around town have been on Friday? I could have missed my horrible Year 8 class. That would have been a definite bonus. Ah well ….
God Bless my Auntie Terri xxx Elsabeth