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Steps or S Club (7)? Simples.
Today I won a competition and got a new job. Not sure on all the details yet but it's admin at dads college.
Alice is on her way round and we're going to explore the woods at the end of my road.
Internet is being installed on thursday so normal service will resume then.
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So we moved on Friday. The house is alright I suppose. This move however has been horrible. I'm the girl who spent every term of reception in a different school. I lived in 8 different houses and every move (even if I've not been that keen on moving) has been an adventure and exciting. This most definitely is not. Everytime we've moved it's been because mum or dad had a new job or we've moved to a better house, at least one of our family has wanted to move. This time none of us wanted to go but we didn't really have a choice.
I remember the day dad was diagnosed with M.S not wanting to go home (it was sports day if you're interested) because I knew when I'd go home I'd be told the diagnosis. Deep down we all already knew it was M.S but getting the diagnosis would make it real. I just felt like until I went home we could carry on like normal and nothing would change.
Moving's been like that all over again. It's like up until now it's been like oh yeah my dad's got M.S, he staggers round, uses a stick and spills his coffee everywhere but he's still dad and that's just how he is.
Moving house has been like being kicked in the face with the truth again. Like how I didn't wanna know the diagnosis because even though I already knew it it made it real, moving has made the fact dad's got worse and is just going to continue to get worse real.
I just feel sad and cross with the world and I don't know when I'm gonna stop feeling like this.
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Titanic (of the movie variety)
My Heart Will Go On
