we’ve got to the reminiscing stage of being together. For some reason today there was a pile of pictures of our childhood lying around – including one of Katrin dressed as Paddington. I’d have borrowed it to scan but I’m not sure I want to show you all me dressed as a cat…
I remember her reading my books – when I went to university she moved into my bedroom and read pretty much everything on my shelves including a whole pile of science fiction/ fantasy not aimed at 9 year olds. Oops. Still, she got a very wide ranging education! I remember her coming to stay with me in Durham when I had my little house, and taking her to a Bon Jovi stadium gig in Gateshead. I remember that we forgot to take suncream, and with Katrin being kind of ginger, she burnt something rotten. Before that her taste in music wasn’t so good, I queued on the phone to get her Take That tickets – first time around, not reunion.
All my memories seem to be of quite a while ago. I moved away – when I went to university, I stayed away. I didn’t come back to Yorkshire until a decade ago, and I suppose by then they’d grown up without me. I did try – I used to go see Katrin in her little house in Denby Dale, but then I started to develop this social life and had a baby and I was working full time – they sound like excuses or justifications, but really I’m just looking for answers. I don’t know whether I’ll like them if/when I find them, but I really do feel like I need some.
I’ll be doing some pondering on that type of thing, but I’ll probably keep it passworded. As and when I get around to a password I’ll let you know.




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