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Hello loves.
I am taking this opportunity to update while I am feeling generally okay with the world. I still have nearly £200 to get me through the month, it's 9pm and still sunny outside, my Year 9s are ever-beautiful, I have lovely friends.
It's not been the easiest week. One of our Year 11s hanged herself on Monday. I was forewarned, but the kids were all pulled out of their last lesson on Tuesday to be told in an emergency assembly, which was heartbreaking. We've been told to carry on as normal as far as possible, but there is this awful atmosphere, and everywhere is just so quiet. I can't walk past the memorial at the front of the school. I am so proud of my gobby, rude, coarse Year 9 boys who are being calm and sensitive all of a sudden.
Anyway. Enough.
Last weekend was our one year anniversary, and apart from one fairly major argument on Saturday night (which to be honest, I am still unhappy about...it shook us), it was a gorgeous weekend. We saw some stand-up comedy at the Komedia, spent two hours at the Thermae Spa, read comics in the sun at the park, ate at Jamie Oliver's restaurant, saw an amazing production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, did a open top bus tour, had breakfast at a Boston Tea Party (which I've wanted to visit for ages) and stayed in a cute little hotel with a pink-mosquito-netted four poster bed.
I am so proud of us. How we have coped. How far we have come. How my insecurities have melted along with his incredible emotional growth. I like how much sense we make. I know we need to keep working on things. I know nothing is perfect, and every single time he challenges me I am grateful. I do think we get a lot of things right, even the shit stuff.
A few weekends before we stayed in Cardiff with Ella and Ginge. The four of us make an incredible dream team. I'm so glad everyone gets on. I just wish, as I do with most of my friends, that we were all in Hampshire (the best of all the counties).
Speaking of friends, we are all reunited at Jen's wedding next weekend. What a bloody milestone that is - the first of my Gwernyfed friends to get married! Impressed we made it to 24... I am so excited about it. I have my dress, clutch and hair clip. Just waiting on the shoes. Will be so lovely having everyone in one place looking beautiful.
This weekend sees the farewell celebrations for Ash. Gutted. We've been a bit fraught lately. I don't know if that's because neither of us really know how to deal with him leaving, or if that's over-analysing it. It may just be that since he moved and the car-sharing stopped, the dynamics have changed. I won't lie, I miss starting and ending my school day with him. I really, really miss it. So we are planning gifts and video messages from the kids next weekend, and a (probably rained-off) BBQ and night out on Saturday with Alex, Mike, Jo, Vikki and Dave (Ash wanted him there, asked him himself...very sweet).
The moon is a picture tonight.
Six days left of the term. Unbelievable. Moving out of the flat. So relieved. Love this place, but living with Amy has run, and re-run it's course.
Deep breath, one last push...
I am taking this opportunity to update while I am feeling generally okay with the world. I still have nearly £200 to get me through the month, it's 9pm and still sunny outside, my Year 9s are ever-beautiful, I have lovely friends.
It's not been the easiest week. One of our Year 11s hanged herself on Monday. I was forewarned, but the kids were all pulled out of their last lesson on Tuesday to be told in an emergency assembly, which was heartbreaking. We've been told to carry on as normal as far as possible, but there is this awful atmosphere, and everywhere is just so quiet. I can't walk past the memorial at the front of the school. I am so proud of my gobby, rude, coarse Year 9 boys who are being calm and sensitive all of a sudden.
Anyway. Enough.
Last weekend was our one year anniversary, and apart from one fairly major argument on Saturday night (which to be honest, I am still unhappy about...it shook us), it was a gorgeous weekend. We saw some stand-up comedy at the Komedia, spent two hours at the Thermae Spa, read comics in the sun at the park, ate at Jamie Oliver's restaurant, saw an amazing production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, did a open top bus tour, had breakfast at a Boston Tea Party (which I've wanted to visit for ages) and stayed in a cute little hotel with a pink-mosquito-netted four poster bed.
I am so proud of us. How we have coped. How far we have come. How my insecurities have melted along with his incredible emotional growth. I like how much sense we make. I know we need to keep working on things. I know nothing is perfect, and every single time he challenges me I am grateful. I do think we get a lot of things right, even the shit stuff.
A few weekends before we stayed in Cardiff with Ella and Ginge. The four of us make an incredible dream team. I'm so glad everyone gets on. I just wish, as I do with most of my friends, that we were all in Hampshire (the best of all the counties).
Speaking of friends, we are all reunited at Jen's wedding next weekend. What a bloody milestone that is - the first of my Gwernyfed friends to get married! Impressed we made it to 24... I am so excited about it. I have my dress, clutch and hair clip. Just waiting on the shoes. Will be so lovely having everyone in one place looking beautiful.
This weekend sees the farewell celebrations for Ash. Gutted. We've been a bit fraught lately. I don't know if that's because neither of us really know how to deal with him leaving, or if that's over-analysing it. It may just be that since he moved and the car-sharing stopped, the dynamics have changed. I won't lie, I miss starting and ending my school day with him. I really, really miss it. So we are planning gifts and video messages from the kids next weekend, and a (probably rained-off) BBQ and night out on Saturday with Alex, Mike, Jo, Vikki and Dave (Ash wanted him there, asked him himself...very sweet).
The moon is a picture tonight.
Six days left of the term. Unbelievable. Moving out of the flat. So relieved. Love this place, but living with Amy has run, and re-run it's course.
Deep breath, one last push...