» The nicest thing someone's ever done for me

My dad
My dad got me to buy a flat thinking he would put the deposit down and I would pay to do it up (though we'd work on it together as we have on several to make him some money after a horrible divorce from my evil mother) and pay the mortgage and then we'd sell it, split the profits and I could finally buy a place of mine own.
We worked like dogs and it was really great to learn so much from him and turn a really grubby pokey little flat into a lovely modern place together.
But we bought it last December so selling it for a profit is somewhat unlikely.
Anyway it came to the point where it was almost done and I thought I'd better get a valuation and see how much (well how little we'd make as the crunch had started with fury) and he asked why.
Then told me it had always been his plan for me to have this place, that he hadn't known what he would have done without my emotional support and unconditional love throughout the divorce and my one weekend a month hard graft for the last 5 years trying to build him a little bit of retirement money had meant that he was doing alright.
Then he told me he had done alot better than he thought with the properties - money making wise - I had helped him with and told me the deposit was mine, and that the flat was mine.
I couldn't believe it, I never thought that I would get anything back for helping him but he gave me something I hadn't had for nearly 10 years a proper home to call my own.

He is the cats pyjamas and I can't believe that anyone has done something so kind for me.

I love my dad very much and was happy to help him get on his feet again and I would have been too proud to have taken this deposit from him so he hoodwinked me into it and I am very grateful to him for getting me on my feet too.

Course I can't sell the bugger til 2020 or something now if I don't want to go into negative equity, but I'm not ever sure I will want to sell the flat we made together.

Apols for length, got a bit misty again writing this down.
(Mon 6th Oct 2008, 13:42, More)

» Lies Your Parents Told You

That if I told the truth
I wouldn't get in so much trouble.

Big Lie.

I have no "I like this" boo!
(Wed 14th Jan 2004, 13:37, More)

» Crap meals out

Whale it was whale!
This was a fairly shocking meal thing.
It was my sixth anniversary with my true love, to show his high regard for me he didn't buy me a token of love or even a card. No he decided the way to treat a lady is to take her to his mother's house for the weekend. So no sex on our anniversary either as she has a habit of "just walking in to get something". I was quite miffed when it came to the afternoon and I was told that we weren't going out for food as mummy dearest had made something special.
I can only thank the lord that mummy's other little soldier blurted "Oh fuck you're not going to give them that fucking whale are you mother?".
Whale casserole to be precise. As in endangered species casserole smuggled illegally in by said mother from Norway. And made into a casserole. I ask you.
Now I am a bit of a hippy but am not vegetarian but I couldn't bring myself to try it.
It was our anniversary and I get whale casserole. Vile. Other half didn't want to offend his mum (!!!!) so tried some, tastes like dog food apparently (though how he'd know...) so there you go Joel Veitch, you don't want to eat whale really.
I got a necklace the next week but I knew my place in the food chain by then.
After six and a half years me and he broke up and never again will I spend a day that should be about love with his endangered species baking freako mother.
(Tue 2nd May 2006, 10:26, More)

» Things we do to fit in

Forever - oops
We had an American supply teacher at our Roman Catholic primary school who introduced us to the works of Judy Blume, who I suppose would be described as a Tween *shudder* author nowadays. I really liked her books(I was 10, I had no taste in literature) so I saved up my pocket money and bought all the books and passed them around my classmates.

Eventually I saw there was one I hadn't got called Forever so I promptly bought and read it. OMG1111!eleventy11! it was about SEX! Actual sex and there was a penis called Ralph in it. Really. So I did what any self respecting person trying to look cool and in with the incrowd and loaned it to the handsomest and most popular boy in school. Who left it under his pillow, whose mum, a Doctor found it. Whose mum rang the school. Whose mum spoke to my parents at church about my corrupting influence.

I had a rather stern talking to from the Headpenguin about there being a time and a place for these things and that was after the holy sacriment of marriage.
Embarrassing and shameful. Damn you Judy Blume. And Ralph.
(Mon 19th Jan 2009, 17:44, More)

» When were you last really scared?

Ghostwatch
I mean really scared, my younger cousin and I watched it whilst our 2 sets of parents were at the pub. To give context, we had been told "Do not watch this, you will make yourselves frightened and we won't be back til midnight" and my house was opposite the graveyard and the back door was unlocked.
We kept doing that bravura thing where you repeatedly say "No I'm not scared, are you scared?" until it was apparent that we were pooing our pants as we were sat on an armchair together with the dog going "oh my God".
The camera pans back across a childs bedroom where the child has msteriously been covered with scratches and there in the background is Mr Pipes. At this point my cousin starts crying I start screaming and the dog starts barking his head off.
I had to ring my sister at work in different pub and get her to come over, she sent her flat mate who came in through the back of the house causing us to start the crying / screaming /barking thing again.
I was 15, my cousin was 12. My sisters flatmate made us watch it til the end, whilst giving me cigarettes so we could see that they were actors.
I have never trusted Craig Charles or Sarah Greene since. Parky I have forgiven.
(Fri 23rd Feb 2007, 17:19, More)