It's Today?! - The Story of My Life

Who knows maybe with the incentive, I may keep this diary, and not just as a collections of rants, and updates ever time I get ill. I mean seriously, two entries in three years? Both saying "I'm sick"?

For the diary comp. Winner of May.


8. Hometowns and Thunderstorms 19-5-15

Where to start. Well, my father’s signed up for a twelve year contract with the RAF as a medical officer. He’s a squadron leader so that means we will be moving house come July. We’ve already got buyers happy to pay the asking price so that’s good. It will be weird moving away though. I’ve lived here for twelve years now, and I know the streets like the back of my hand and have given so many of them nicknames. I was thinking this yesterday as I was walking under Suicide Point, and up past Mugger’s Row, listening out for the usual scream of some obscenity from Druggy Road. I waited one… two…


Ah yes, there it was.

Moving will be nice however. We used to move around a lot. I once worked it out that I'd moved house seven times before the age of five, so my mother has been getting itchy feet for some time now.

Now my hometown is a small industrial place, with a mix between druggies, hippies, and families that have been there since the Stone Age. It’s… scummy to say the least, but it’s been home, and it’s beautiful with its rolling hills. To put it into perspective for you, I shall compare it to our local city.

The city is a beautiful place, home of quite a few famous sites. We also lay claim to the Great Hall from the Harry Potter films, and Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman were there just a few months ago filming. It’s been home to historical events too, with coronations and it’s even homed parliament a couple times.

You are also welcomed to the city by the brilliant graffiti on the back of Hobby Craft, saying “We put the fun in dysfunctional.” Which I feel pretty much sums up the entire place.

My hometown just has the graffiti.

All around us though, it is extremely conservative and posh. I know a woman who I don’t think even considers anything but the deli a place to buy food. She’s one of those, rather loud blonde women with the red lipstick who insists on kissing you on the cheek, and has a white faux fur coat. I distinctly remember she once told us the same story about five times, laughing like a maniac after half a bottle of white wine.


I had my first Classic AS exam today. I think it went okay. This module was on the Odyssey which I’m more confident with. I was really pleased because there were questions on book 5, which I had to learn to recite part of when I was in year six, and can still do by heart which made it easier. Hopefully I’ll manage to scrape by!


We’ve got a proper thunderstorm blowing up right now. Thunder and lightning and the works. I swear the rain is going upwards, and… hang on. Was that a tractor I just saw fly past my window? One second…



It was. My brother’s toy tractor, about the size of a small tricycle, but a tractor none the less. I’ve put it away now. Somewhere less windy.


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