CURLY AND CANDID

Dear Twitter,

*Shakes head*

I’m pretty sure we’ve discussed this before! You are becoming something of haven for bitching, back-stabbing and gloating. It’s sad really but not entirely unexpected as it’s been going that way for a while but it would great if you could turn back time a bit or install ejection seats. At least add proper emoticons so I can keep myself amused whilst people go at it.

In sadness,

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Dear Train Passengers on Saturday…

Lightning strikes knocked out the signals across N Yorks causing UKwide problems (the fact that the strikes were in Thirsk where I live does not make it my fault by the way). These things happen and they are frustrating but we were kept informed of progress and apologised to profusely, despite it not being the rail service’s fault. Swearing at station staff and banging about in temper does not help anyone. Please remember, manners cost nothing!

Yours in angel wings,

Nicki

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Dear Nicki

You are looking pretty good girl, this new more confident you is a welcome sight!

Nicki

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Those tweeting / facebooking about the riots,

The whole generation has not gone to shit, a minority chose for various reasons to act in a very bad way. This does not mean compulsory national service should be re-introduced because “All youths are thugs”. Those with the attitude that “well if you live in a city you are just asking to be burned out…”, you will find I am no longer following you. Those who gleefully jumped on the riots as a means to increase blog stats, klout and what not, I hope it helped.

Those involved in the cleanup- YOU are why I am proud to call myself British.

Those involved in the destruction and violence, you aren’t worthy of my time.

Those who have been attacked and are having to rebuilt, good luck and I hope things start looking up for you very soon.

Nicki x

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Dear Natalie

Bloody fantastic weekend! We will not leave it so long next time! I have to say though, I’m pretty sure I’ve never eaten so much over one weekend… ever!

Love muchly!

Me xx

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Dear Third Tooth

Two of your friends have obligingly popped through, please join them and stop tormenting the baby!

Armed with teething gel,

Mummy

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Dear Summer Holidays

We are half way through and the duct tape is still in the box, I think that makes the score..

Summer Holiday 0 – Mummy 1

Hahahaha

Smug but aware we still have a few weeks left,

Me!

“You’ll need to have a driving licence when you have the baby you know!”

I remember being told this when I was pregnant with Kieran. Yes folks, I am a non-driver. I always meant to learn and probably could have afforded it when I was 17, despite Roy & I getting our first house together then. It just didn’t seem a priority then, and as time went on, bills went up and spare time grew shorter. So here I am, a mum of two who doesn’t drive. Goodness, how do I cope?! Some people are aghast that I’ve never learned to drive. I did take lessons when Kieran was younger but then Christmas came along and I vowed to pick them up again.. but didn’t! Besides, I love walking and fresh air certainly hasn’t done the kids any harm so far!

“How do you manage” is the common question. Well public transport isn’t my favourite means of traveling but it’s there and it’s to be used. If you are savvy you can get about quite easily, even in a rural-ish areas such as Thirsk. I have a weekly shop delivered most weeks which is convenient and saves me a fortune (apart from my meat which I get on the market). We have a good range of independent shops in Thirsk so can get most things we need here but for bigger items and christmas shopping (etc) I do most of my shopping online and would do even if I could drive, it’s easier and cheaper for these things.

The insinuation that the kids miss out or that I must find it “difficult to cope” annoys the hell out of me to be honest. Roy drives so we do get out and about, but on a daily basis we do just fine! My Mum raised six of us without a driving licence, we didn’t miss out, and she didn’t have a breakdown as a result of it. I don’t drive because at this stage, having never had a licence, it no longer interests me. Am I bad Mum, lazy? Perhaps as some kindhearted people have hinted, I’m too used to being “looked after” by Roy (THIS DOESN’T PISS ME OFF AT ALL). Clearly it is impossible to be a strong independent person without the ability to drive?

Perhaps I should be grateful that people seem to care so much about my mobility?

Dear So & So 12/8/11

You don’t have a driving licence?!