Sunday, 6 November 2011
I phoned Shit School on Friday afternoon, ostensibly to ask if when I come for the Feast Day, that they will allow me to go back up to the girls' living quarters. Ya know, remember the child I was and let her go.
I didn't get that far.
I asked to speak to the Head Teacher but spoke to his secretary instead, which was cool(very).
"You would have been sent a letter inviting you," the woman said on the phone.
"No, I'm not an alumni. When I left that place I really left. I found out about this on facebook."
"Oh, word of mouth then?"
"Kind of, some people are talking about a reunion on facebook. I don't really know too much about it."
The long and the short of it is I might not be able to go.
"The chapel is very small," she said
God doesn't want you there
"I know, I just think it would be very special."
"Yes, I'll find out for you and call you back. Are you on this number I see on my handset..1234567891011"
She didn't call me back.
I will call her tomorrow.
Don't know if I'll join the lunch though, if there are tickets left. AAARGH.
I've been crying all morning for flips sake, tears chasing off the shadows I've allowed to lurk around my soul.
I've got Classic Fm playing in my bedroom.
Good job it's Sunday ey?
I may go and have a bath
Reach out and touch me