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This week did not turn out the way I had expected, yeah? This is well not cool.
Went home to help Mama and Papa tidy Nan's place and that. Papa's an only-child so he gets the whole inheritence, but it's not much anyway. Most of Nan's old things were put into storage or given to charity when she moved out of her old house. I got the plush elephant and a few other trinkets.
Then back home, Mama turned to me all serious and went "Nathan, darling, we need to talk". It was a long talk. In short: Papa's got cold feet about growing old and realised he's not been saving for his retirement. Mama doesn't work so she's not got a retiremant scheme. Their conclusion: no more money for me. I'm basically fucked. I've got enough saved up for a couple of months but I need a job stat. TBM may be bringing in fame and fun but no fortune. At least I own my flat and don't need to worry about rent. Fucking. Papa was well harsh: "Nathan, you're almost thirty, it's time you took responisbility for your own life". This sucks.
The funeral on Friday was lovely. Surprisingly many people turned up. And most surprising of all: Toby. With his girlfriend Mary. And their little daughter Natalie. She was born only last month. He told me but I was so busy I forgot to pass it on. So yeah, Toby's got a baby. Proper family man, him, now.
The reception thing afterwards got stuffy. Toby and I ended up going for a walk round all the old haunts, as if we were 14 again. My first ever tag is still there, on the wall by the busstop. 'TRASH' I wrote, then Toby snatched my marker and added 'bat'. I beat him up for it and ended up adopting the name. Crazy days.
Him and his little family were staying with his parents down in Bloxham and were driving back the next day. They invited me to stay a couple of days, which was properly sweet. And not only that, yeah?: they want me to be little Natalie's godfather. How cool is that?
They were good days in Cambridge. Toby had to go to work, he works in the council now, something to do with parks, I think. He's explained it many times but I can't figure it out. Mary and I kept house, painting little Natalie's nursery. She works at the uni, French. She and Toby met through mutual friends almost two years ago. We had fun, swapping stories about him. And little Natalie loves the plush elephant.
But yeah, back in London now. TBM is running reasonably smoothly, looks like. And tomorrow I need to start looking for a job. Fucking shit.
Went home to help Mama and Papa tidy Nan's place and that. Papa's an only-child so he gets the whole inheritence, but it's not much anyway. Most of Nan's old things were put into storage or given to charity when she moved out of her old house. I got the plush elephant and a few other trinkets.
Then back home, Mama turned to me all serious and went "Nathan, darling, we need to talk". It was a long talk. In short: Papa's got cold feet about growing old and realised he's not been saving for his retirement. Mama doesn't work so she's not got a retiremant scheme. Their conclusion: no more money for me. I'm basically fucked. I've got enough saved up for a couple of months but I need a job stat. TBM may be bringing in fame and fun but no fortune. At least I own my flat and don't need to worry about rent. Fucking. Papa was well harsh: "Nathan, you're almost thirty, it's time you took responisbility for your own life". This sucks.
The funeral on Friday was lovely. Surprisingly many people turned up. And most surprising of all: Toby. With his girlfriend Mary. And their little daughter Natalie. She was born only last month. He told me but I was so busy I forgot to pass it on. So yeah, Toby's got a baby. Proper family man, him, now.
The reception thing afterwards got stuffy. Toby and I ended up going for a walk round all the old haunts, as if we were 14 again. My first ever tag is still there, on the wall by the busstop. 'TRASH' I wrote, then Toby snatched my marker and added 'bat'. I beat him up for it and ended up adopting the name. Crazy days.
Him and his little family were staying with his parents down in Bloxham and were driving back the next day. They invited me to stay a couple of days, which was properly sweet. And not only that, yeah?: they want me to be little Natalie's godfather. How cool is that?
They were good days in Cambridge. Toby had to go to work, he works in the council now, something to do with parks, I think. He's explained it many times but I can't figure it out. Mary and I kept house, painting little Natalie's nursery. She works at the uni, French. She and Toby met through mutual friends almost two years ago. We had fun, swapping stories about him. And little Natalie loves the plush elephant.
But yeah, back in London now. TBM is running reasonably smoothly, looks like. And tomorrow I need to start looking for a job. Fucking shit.