a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.''
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the picture today is suposed to be of a sunflower. but it's on another memory card, so i'll get it back later. we have a load of sunflowers in our back garden. i think it's the first time in Hull, for the last 14 years, we have not grown anything like this. so, it reminds me of nottingham. in my primary shcool, Fernwood Junior School, we all used to grow sunflowers in the summer. then, at the end of the summer, we would all bring them into school and see whose was the tallest. they were massive, like right upto the top of the ceiling of the gym. those were the days.
actually, i didn't really want to talk about the old school days as much as the days of nottingham. we lived in a nice little neighbourhood. pretty close to school. i remember going over to beth and rebecca's house after school sometimes when my parents were busy. i remember eating 'auntie kumkew's special chocolate sauce with ice-cream'. but i also remember the times spent with our next door neighbour may and herbert. they were like our grandparents. they gave us walkers crisps and kitkats, just like grandparents still do now. they would try and give us some money, remember our birthdays. they taught us to sing songs like 'my old man' and to play dominoes. i remember may would bake bread every week and you would be able to smell it. may passed away sometime ago, leaving herbert. he's been pretty good for his age. he passed away this week.
i've known an elderly couple for about 6 years now; eve and tom. tom's real name is actually andy, but we all call him tom. i got to know them through husso and volunteering at uni. we've taken them on shopping trips, pub dinners, blackpool and great yarmouth. tom's birthday is the day after mine, but 69 years apart. one year, we got a chinese takeways from round the corner to celebrate. i love visiting them. i recieved a message from eve last night to say that tom died in his sleep the night before.
so, life is too short. i regret not visiting both herbert and tom for such a long time. now it's too late. i wish i could visit my grandma and grandfather now. but, i've just trapped myself in this hole, with no way out.
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