Thursday, 30 July 2015

A Ghost Town Called Waltham Abbey

February 21st 2012

I was still terribly distressed about my hair and convinced that it was getting noticeably worse with every passing day.  It had got to a point that I hated getting up and looking in the mirror each morning, afraid of what I might see.

David had to go and get one of the hire car's headlights fixed (no, I've no idea why the rental company didn't just take back the car and replace it with a new one either) which meant a trip out to Waltham Abbey.  Mum and I went along for the drive because we thought it would be better than staying at home but there wasn't a lot there to be honest.  There was a shopping centre but it was at the far end of the street and Mum couldn't walk that far with her bad knee.

The end of the road where David dropped us was like a ghost town with all the buildings boarded up etc.  Oh well, at least I got a photograph of a RG Mitchell Puppy Scooter for the ride website!


Mum had her x-ray that night.  I went in with her to keep her company in the waiting room but she was called straight in and came back out again before I'd even had time to play one song on my MP3 player!  In fact, I just seemed to cause her more stress because she was convinced that I'd see a "brony type" while she was having the x-ray done and run away!

Afterwards, we went to McDonalds where my parents had fries and I had a Yorkie McFlurry.

I found a nasty Tumblr post discussing a throw away comment I'd made on the MLP Arena months earlier about the fact that G4 ponies didn't have traditional MLP eyes.  Well, they don't, so why shouldn't I say so?  I don't know why people get so worked up over such nonsense.

February 22nd 2012

I didn't leave the house.  I lead an exciting life!

David "helped" Mum to put the support bandage on her leg.  "Where's your knee cap?" he asked...before sticking his finger in and making it hurt worse than before!  She could only bear to wear it until 5.30pm anyway as it made her leg sweat and itch.

I spent most of the day wrapping eBay parcels.  I sold my Glo Friends pomander for £51.00 which was a nice surprise.

I was still badly stressed and depressed though.  My hair was even greasier and horribly thin, Mum's knee was getting no better and David didn't seem to be being transferred to Harefield.

I had a bath that night and decided to risk washing my hair.  My scalp felt so much better but I lost a lot of hair and it felt really thin and horrible afterwards.  It doesn't actually look that bad to me as I stand now though!


February 23rd 2012

I wore my black butterfly dress to try to make myself feel better about my thin hair, but I still felt horribly ugly.

I helped Mum to wrap her eBay parcels and sort out her accounts.  The Glo Friends pomander was too big for the box that I'd allocated for it so we couldn't wrap it up.

David and I went to Ealing Broadway at lunch time to post the parcels.  Mum couldn't come due to her bad knee so she sadly said goodbye and told us "not to get separated".  But I went to Savers and FARA while David went to get his phone looked at in Orange.  Ooh, I do like to live dangerously and disobey orders!

Mum was in a bad mood when we got back (maybe because I disobeyed her order?!)  She said that David and I were "both laughing at her" and I "was getting as bad as Emma as she couldn't believe a word I said".  I'm not sure what Emma had said that she couldn't believe?  Or what I had said for that matter!

I was stressed and wished that I had somebody to help with my education.  Mum corrected me that I "wished there HAD been somebody to help with my education at the right time when we were all too busy thinking about Woodberry".  Well, that's all well and good.  What was I supposed to do NOW?

David and I went to the storage depot that night to find a suitable box for the Glo Friends pomander, then we stopped at Grottsville to collect the mail and some more eBay stuff.

When we got back, Mum discovered her endoscopy appointment amongst the mail.  She took one look at it, tore it up and threw the pieces in the garden.  She said that David was "evil" to bring it back from Grottsville and she had "nowhere light to sit and read it anyway".  This developed into a big argument about the unfinished house, with David saying that nothing would be done now because he had run out of money and was going to lose his job.

I took this photo of my growing Blind Bag collection.


I didn't want to admit that the G4 bug was finally biting me, but these figures certainly were cute!

February 24th 2012

Didn't leave the house again.  David did offer me a fascinating trip to Tesco but I couldn't face going out in public with my thin hair.  He then offered me an ice cream but I thought it wouldn't be right to take in a load more calories when I hadn't even walked out of the front door.

While innocently searching for something completely unrelated on Google, I stumbled across the story of a poor young man who had passed away in a car accident.  That young man turned out to be the stepbrother of somebody I was very close to.  Strange he'd never told me about it.  Then again, considering he'd told me that his parents were still happily married so I had no idea that he even had any stepbrothers, I suppose it's not so strange.  I guess that should have been yet another warning sign that I was dealing with somebody a bit odd but I was so friendless and loveless in other areas of my life that I just continued chatting to him regardless.

I did confront him about it and he admitted that his dad was remarried (well, he had to really) but even then he lied about how many living step-siblings he had.  Why?  I understand not wanting to talk about your family, but why volunteer false information?

Mum and I watched Dancing on Ice and wrapped more eBay parcels.  I washed my Glo Friends collection and was devastated to find that most of them had brown "age spots" underneath all the dust.  I wondered if I should sell them, as they were only going to get worse with age and there was another free listing promotion on eBay that weekend.  Then again, they brought back so many childhood memories...

February 25th 2012

I went to Grottsville to collect my Care Bears collection and some more eBay stuff while David went to the post office.

The voice of Derpy Hooves had to be officially dubbed due to all the offence it had caused.  Good.  Better late than never and all that jazz.

Mum had a nasty message on eBay from somebody who had bought a tapestry kit.  They complained that we had given the canvas measurements instead of the picture measurements.  Well, as the tapestry kit was sealed, we could only give the measurements stated on the packet.  The "frame" around the picture was only about 1/2" wide anyway.

She got a bid on another of her items from an overseas buyer.  I said something about "foreign shipping" and Mum thought I said "sorry".  She began lecturing me on how unclear my voice was and how I needed speech therapy.  Way to improve my confidence, Mum!

Then she wanted me to look at the Sindy Swimming Pool that she intended on selling on eBay.  I found it was broken and tried to fix it.  "We need a man," she said, dismissing my efforts.  Well, thank you.  It's so good to know that all of my hard work stands for nothing because of my gender!

We went to McDonalds for fries and Yorkie McFlurries that night.  No wonder I was so fat!

Best wishes,
DesirĂ©e  xxx

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