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Saturday 11th August '01 - 17.48pm:
Hetty has just gone for a walk to get some more credit on her phone so she can ring her parents. I asked her around breakfast time aren't they worried about you, and she said, "No, they think I'm in good hands 'cos I'm with the National Youth Jazz Band touring round Scandinavia."
I said, "But you're not in the National Youth Jazz Band, and you're not touring around Scandinavia, or any other Swedish country like that. You're here, with me in Derbyshire." At which point she just brought me up on my first point by saying, "Actually, you're wrong 'cos I am in the National Youth Jazz Band. I just didn't go on tour with them." What a conversation stopper!
I didn't say anything and continued frying my bacon (which smelt really nice by the way.) Hetty had been up for hours and had already been out for a walk round before I got up and washed at 9 o'clock. I told her she could have some bacon and eggs with me and to help herself to some Weetabix or porridge oats, but she said she doesn't really eat breakfast. I gave her an apple and she looked at me gone out but with a bit of gratitude. The trouble is she started munching it really noisily, and I couldn’t concentrate on Radio 4's "Home Truths" (which was featuring lambing issues today). I was going to ask her if she always ate with her mouth open but I could see she had enough problems on her plate already without me adding further to her lot with too-high expectations in terms of her chewing manners and so forth.
I told her some more about Sam and Phil (who is a landscape gardener). She brushed her hair out of eyes and looked at me in a fed up way. Then she said, "I don’t wanna go. I wanna stay here," and put her bottom lip out. Her hair looked really horrible and dishevelled and I said, "Do you want a bath or shower?" She mumbled about being "Alright, ta." I pretended at this point not to hear and thought "Eeeuugh!" I'd actually told her the night before where the bathroom was and that she could have a bath or shower any time. I suppose she has become accustomed to life at the twitchers' nest. I don't know if she’s rung her parents yet. I hope so.
Then I phoned Sam and they weren't in. I've been trying all day to get hold of them. They mentioned that they may have been going to a fete. I'm going to try them in a bit. I popped into town and bought some new shorts. They are green, and tie up at the front with a cord. They double as swimming trunks - which is useful, isn't it? I'm looking forward to sticking them on tomorrow for the zoo thing. No phone call from Anna so far today. It will be good to see her children Felicity and Philip. I don't know what kids are into these days, but I know I would have surely enjoyed a trip to a wildlife park or whatever at their age. I would've been thrilled to bits.
Hetty has been out today. She said she went across to Ashbourne (and she said she had no money, but she must have some as the buses aren't free). She said she enjoyed it. She seems a bit far out when you talk to her to be honest. I don't really like having her staying. I'll hopefully get hold of Sam or Phil soon.
Saturday 11th August '01 - 19.05pm:
Just got a phone call from Phil saying that they're in Stockport! Would you believe it! Stockport of all places. They’ve been called there unexpectedly because Sam’s cousin Barry has taken his van to France to stock up on cheap cigarettes and wine and so on, and left them in charge of his children. I asked her, "How long are you going to be up there for?" She said, "I don't know. Look, I'm ever so sorry." She said that Hetty can come and stay with them when they get back. Hetty is now in the lounge (which has become her make-shift bedroom), and the lights are off and curtains drawn. I thought she’d been reading her ecology book ("Why The Planet Needs Plants - Volume 1"). When I looked in just now she had her eyes shut and was tapping out a beat on her leg (she's listening to world music on her Discman) while arranged on the floor in a kind of foetal position.
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Some domestic problems -
Saturday 11th August '01 - 17.48pm: Hetty has just gone for a walk to get some more credit on her phone so she can ring her parents. I asked her around breakfast time aren't they worried about you, and she said, "No, they think I'm in good hands 'cos I'm with the National Youth Jazz Band touring round Scandinavia." I said, "But you're not in the National Youth Jazz Band, and you're not touring around Scandinavia, or any other Swedish country like that. You're here, with me in Derbyshire." At which point she just brought me up on my first point by saying, "Actually, you're wrong 'cos I am in the National Youth Jazz Band. I just didn't go on tour with them." What a conversation stopper! I didn't say anything and continued frying my bacon (which smelt really nice by the way.) Hetty had been up for hours and had already been out for a walk round before I got up and washed at 9 o'clock. I told her she could have some bacon and eggs with me and to help herself to some Weetabix or porridge oats, but she said she doesn't really eat breakfast. I gave her an apple and she looked at me gone out but with a bit of gratitude. The trouble is she started munching it really noisily, and I couldn’t concentrate on Radio 4's "Home Truths" (which was featuring lambing issues today). I was going to ask her if she always ate with her mouth open but I could see she had enough problems on her plate already without me adding further to her lot with too-high expectations in terms of her chewing manners and so forth. I told her some more about Sam and Phil (who is a landscape gardener). She brushed her hair out of eyes and looked at me in a fed up way. Then she said, "I don’t wanna go. I wanna stay here," and put her bottom lip out. Her hair looked really horrible and dishevelled and I said, "Do you want a bath or shower?" She mumbled about being "Alright, ta." I pretended at this point not to hear and thought "Eeeuugh!" I'd actually told her the night before where the bathroom was and that she could have a bath or shower any time. I suppose she has become accustomed to life at the twitchers' nest. I don't know if she’s rung her parents yet. I hope so. Then I phoned Sam and they weren't in. I've been trying all day to get hold of them. They mentioned that they may have been going to a fete. I'm going to try them in a bit. I popped into town and bought some new shorts. They are green, and tie up at the front with a cord. They double as swimming trunks - which is useful, isn't it? I'm looking forward to sticking them on tomorrow for the zoo thing. No phone call from Anna so far today. It will be good to see her children Felicity and Philip. I don't know what kids are into these days, but I know I would have surely enjoyed a trip to a wildlife park or whatever at their age. I would've been thrilled to bits. Hetty has been out today. She said she went across to Ashbourne (and she said she had no money, but she must have some as the buses aren't free). She said she enjoyed it. She seems a bit far out when you talk to her to be honest. I don't really like having her staying. I'll hopefully get hold of Sam or Phil soon. Saturday 11th August '01 - 19.05pm: Just got a phone call from Phil saying that they're in Stockport! Would you believe it! Stockport of all places. They’ve been called there unexpectedly because Sam’s cousin Barry has taken his van to France to stock up on cheap cigarettes and wine and so on, and left them in charge of his children. I asked her, "How long are you going to be up there for?" She said, "I don't know. Look, I'm ever so sorry." She said that Hetty can come and stay with them when they get back. Hetty is now in the lounge (which has become her make-shift bedroom), and the lights are off and curtains drawn. I thought she’d been reading her ecology book ("Why The Planet Needs Plants - Volume 1"). When I looked in just now she had her eyes shut and was tapping out a beat on her leg (she's listening to world music on her Discman) while arranged on the floor in a kind of foetal position. |
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