Friday, 20 July 2007

Me Memories Are Stacked On The Shelves Of Me Mind - They Just Need A Nudge...

Ok........... those of you that have read me blob or actually really know me are probably aware that my head is filled with 49 something years of memories, good and bad, and they are stacked in my mind like old books in a bookshop, forgotten about until someone or something walks by and nudges the bookcase and they tumble out to fall on the floor to be remembered again....

And some of you might know enough about me that sometimes it takes certain coincidences through out the day to all converge and knock the bookcase to reveal its secrets within......

So, yesterday was one of those days, but the final nudge didnt come until last evening when I got an email from a special matie.......and then me head was overflowing with a certain memory...... I wonder what me matie Wendy(PT) would make of the insane way my mind works LOL

Soooooo yesterday was so very very busy, I was rushing around until 2pm like a blue arsed fly.... Im not suppose to be rushing around so much cos of me gimpy knee, but to hell with it lol......

My best matie Sharon's hubby Mark is a fireman...... he works out of Knightsbridge in London, so he commutes etc.... they moved down here from London a few years back but he didnt wanna transfer so hence he has to travel and stay over etc..... anyways..... he was 40 yesterday and me matie booked a surprise 3 day long weekend trip to Prague for them both, and next weekend there is a big BBQ party for him.... anyways.... I digress as usual lol...... Mark thinks the plug overload situation in my house is mental and he worries, so yesterday he got me 2 MORE smoke alarms from work.... well good ones, those 10 year ones cos he knows I forget to replace batteries........ I didnt like to actually tell Mark that the other 2 alarms (so that now makes 4) are still sat in their boxes on the bottom of me stairs lol

So Mark the fireman was the beginning of the nudge, but as yet I was unaware....

I had just an hour at home yesterday with the nippers before I had to begin the pre-school and school run, so Scabbie Jack asked for the box of Happyland Fire Station and Firemen out to play with.......

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This is some of the bits and bobs that Scabbie Jack and Sprite were playing with.....

So, the toys were the second part of the nudge.....at this point I was still unaware of the memory that would be knocked into today.....

Anyways, last evening I opened a dear dear maties email where he said he had been up a 'ladder' all afternoon sorting out lightbulbs etc...... and thats when it hit me....... just reading that one single word nudged everything else into a line and opened the page of a memory from when I was 9 or 10.......

ladder

In me email back to me matie, I said that I dont do ladders, that I can climb up halfway and then I cant go up or down and Im stuck lol...... I explained that the following reason MIGHT be the cause of me ladder phobia, but who knows..... lol

Ya see, when I was about 9-10 years old..... I remember playing in the back garden with me older brother, he was 2 years older then me, we was lobbing a tennis ball to each other and against the back of the house...... which after a while became well boring, so we thought that he we lobbed it up onto the roof it would be fun to try and catch it and cos we couldnt see where it would roll or bounce off, it would be less boring......you must remember that the roof was 2 floors up and well high to a 9 year old.....

Well one of me lobs didnt see the ball come down, it had got stuck in the gutter, way up high.... me mum came out to see what all the laffing was about, but she was NOT a happy bunny.... she went mad, saying that the ball would block the gutter and that when it rained all the water would flood over the edge instead of flowing down the drainpipe - I remember thinking back then.......yeah and so???

So when me dad came home, me mum told him what 'I' had done..... he was very calm.... which in its self made me uneasy......he went next door and borrowed a real big ladder from Mr Earl.... and put it up at the front of the house..... I ventured to tell him that the ball was stuck in the back gutter of the house, to which he replied that the ladder would squash me mums flowers if he put the ladder up the back - which I again remember thinking...... but the flower border is against the house and its only about a foot wide...... I think it was just an excuse if you ask me...... if he had put the ladder up the back, the ball would of been easy to hook out of the gutter...... little did I know what was to happen next :(

You still with me LOL

After putting the ladder up against the front of the house, which only just reached the gutter 2 floors up, he turned to me and said 'right up you go'.... blank stare from me....he told me I had to clamber up the ladder and front slope of the house (remembering that we had flat slates back then with no grip) over the ridge and slide down the back slope to the gutter and get the ball out......

Jebus, how dangerous, I cant imagine tellin a child to do that..... I cant imagine even asking an adult to do something so dangerous......

But up I went, I had no choice..... I knew if I didnt, then I would be in for a leathering...... me head kept repeating..... ok I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.......... I got almost to the top of the ladder when me dad started to wobble the ladder and was laffing..... that in itself aint nice lol - I remember all this clearly as if it was yesterday..... my mind when nudge is crystal clear like a film being played on the screen....

I did climb onto the roof and slowly clambered up the steep slope to the very top where the chimney was...... I remember sitting on the top ridge with me legs either side and looking down and thinking how high it was and if I fell then I would slide down the roof and fall off into the garden 2 floors below.......so I sat on the top ridge and just froze LOL - I remember holding onto the chimney, the side where the telly aerial was, and no amount of shouting from down below or threats or swear words would budge me lol - I couldnt even slide down to where the ladder was.... I just couldnt move.....

I remember still being up there when the ice-cream van came and as it was getting dark lol.....I remember me teeth chattering where I was cold or scared...... I remember me mum and dad shouting things like....... YOU ARE EMBARRASING US now get down...... and threats of what they would do to me........

Me and Des 1967

This is me with me younger brother, when I was 9-10.... see the houses and how high the roofs were lol the brown brick house in the top right corner is where that spoilt Martin Bennyworth lived lol - my sisters boyfriend (later to become her hubby) took this photo on his new posh camera...... one of the only photos outside of school of me smiling lol

No one had phones in their houses back in those days, not even Martin Bennyworth the spoilt kid lol.......... eventually a neighbour ran down to the shops where there was a phone box and rang the fire bridgade....... I remember this fire engine coming down our close and thinking, I wonder whos house was on fire LOL.......... they put their hydrolic ladder up to the roof and still I refused to let go of the chimney lol......

fire engine

It would of been a fire engine a little like this one but with a cherry picker on the end of the ladder....

I remember as if yesterday the big smile of the firemans face as he held out his arms to me....... I still wouldnt budge lol......they had to make the ladder with the little cherry picker on the end go as high as the chimney where the fireman just reach over and grabbed me and lifted me in........

Ya still with me? are you mad or what? lol

Me 1967 school photo

This is also a photo of me at 9-10 - a school photo....... how could anyone abuse a child, especially such a cute kid LOL...

I also remember my parents telling the fireman with the yellow hat that I was always naughty and that I would be punished for climbing onto the roof.........they didnt mention that they made me climb the ladder to get the ball, they could of put the ladder up the back and I could of just reached the ball..........they didnt mention that I had no choice in the matter and that I was not actually naughty.... I truely was not a naughty kid.......

So punished I was... 2 days in the cupboard under the stairs LOL........I didnt mind, I had me book.....2 days sharing the cupboard with all the coats and the hoover and the tins of old paint........ I think I was only suppose to be there one day but they forgot I was in there and I slept on the coats LOL............it would of been more then me lifes worth to of opened the door and peeped out..... but I had a stash of books hidden in that little cupboard, I seemed to spent a lot of time in it as a child LMFAO....I didnt actually mind being in the cupboard, it was safe, but when they found I had books to read, they took out the lightbulb, that is when me fear for the cupboard evolved.... so I was punished for doing nothing more then obeying me parents cruel dangerous orders......

So I dont do ladders, and that is probably the reason why...... I should put it past PT lol....... but she might get me sectioned under some mental health act and shove me in some cupboard under some stairs somewhere........

This is no more then just a memory, stacked upon the shelves of me mind..

It was what it was.... at the time....... no more...... and no less......

Ok way way to much twaddling on this wet wet horrendous soaking Friday.....

x

life aye........

33 comments:

Ol' Lady said...

I am with ya on the 'don't go up ladders' part. I will only go onto the kitchen roof (it's not very high, and it's pretty much flat) at the camp, I once tried to go onto the main roof and I got into the same position as you, on the peak with a leg on each side lol. It took alot of help from Ol Man to get me off of there and back onto the kitchen roof.
You certainly had a rough go of it growin up and I must say that you have done yourself a wonderful job of raising yourself. We all have skeltons in our closets, I think it's good that you can take them out and share them, it's probably some sort of good therapy. I wish I had your guts to do such a thing.
Oh yeah, and you were a cute little girl...what the hell happened...sorry couldn't resist lol

susan said...

Marm,

Ya know, sometimes I wish I could go back in time, ya know. I wish I could have rescued from those mean people. Did anyone outside the family know this was going on? Grrrrr. Oh and about the fireman, several of the teachers at a preschool I used to work at used to get so happy on fireman/firetruck day because the firemen in their truck came to visit the kids and these particular teachers had extreme crushes on firemen. They always said they were the sexiest men alive, and ya know what, the firemen that did come to visit were gosh darned cute. Seriously. Anyway, I think that these women probably have visions that include a different story of firemen, rooftops, and cherry pickers, if ya know what I mean. wink wink, nudge nudge. Could you imagine yourself as an adult stuck out there with a sexy fireman coming to rescue with some of that raunchy sounding music in the back ground. Ha. Maybe that will help with the ladder fear. Maybe. lol

susan said...

Oh my gosh. Who was that giving that last comment. That could't have been me, could it?

Kati said...

ye gods, Toasty!!!! No freaking wonder you're scared of ladders!!! Glad that all ended safely, if not happily. Is shutting kids in a closet under the stairs a common punishment in britain then??? Seems there's a famous series of books in which the main character starts out sleeping in a cabinet under the stairs. ;) I'd say you grew up very well adjusted & very personable, for what you went through as a child. (Heck, even with-out all that trauma, you're a very cool person!)

Thanks for sharing your stories & memories with us!

ciara said...

((((mel anyone's for a fireman's hose))))i can't even imagine a childhood like that. i feel so sad for you as the child. but like everyone says, you turned out to be a wonderful and fun person. i don't even like going high up on ladders, and there's no traumatic event to cause it (i'm just a thick chick who doesn't want to fall on her fat ass lmao) anyways, i loves ya matie. xoxo

toadman said...

Sometimes I like to shut myself into the cubbard under the stairs. It's a ceder cubbard, and I like the smell.

I can't even imagine forcing one of my boys to get up on the roof and go after something. I can imagine them doing it themselves, but I can't imagine forcing them. That's just sadistic. I have asked my oldest son to go UNDER something and get something for me, but it's usually because I don't fit. And it's never dangerous.

I have lost my temper with my children before, been frustrated beyond measure, and everything else, but I've never wanted to do something cruel and unusually to them for something they've done wrong.

Lynn said...

I understand about the nudging of the memory shelf, Mel. Oh boy, do I ever. I'm glad you posted those cute photos of you as a kid. You were and are very precious and not naughty. They were wrong, Mel. They were very, very wrong.

OrdinaryShark said...

I love the way Susan says, "Grrrrr." There is something primal in that.
Marmy! Did you know someone put cute little freckles all over your picture you posted?
I concur with the others, you turned out great.

cookieboy said...

ah Mel, even when you're telling a horrible memory of a cruel sadistic action by your father (not your Dad, a Dad wouldn't do that, especially shakin the ladder and laughing), you do it with grace, dignity and laughter! My Mom made me eat a tablespoon of black pepper when she caught me lying as a kid...child abuse now, just like what your father did. No wonder you won't go up ladders!

You should be very proud of the woman you've become dear dear Melody...from such a cruel childhood comes such a wonderful cheerful compassionate woman! Love ya Mel...you were a really cute little girl, and that cuteness shines through in your blog!

Cookie

B.R.M said...

Mel,

You make me want to laugh and cry at the same time. You are remarkable.

TN Becky

Dr.John said...

You sure didn't have the best parents in the world but you survived.

Jen said...

I love the way you compare your memories to books on a bookshelf. What a great analogy. And what a great example you are of overcoming obstacles. You have chosen to break the circle of hate. I know just from your posts that you are a loving mother and woman. Thanks for sharing.

Oh, and I thought of you the other day. We have statues of moose all over town that have been painted by local artists. I think of you every time I see one. I'll try to post some pictures of them soon.

Side Note said...

I hate ladders with a passion.

When I was 9 I also had a bad ladder experience. It was a snow day and my older brother and I decided to climb on the roof to check out the snow that was accumulating. He got down easily and kept telling me to lower myself a little more. I was almost to the ladder. Then it happened. I slid off the roof, a slow motion memory, and broke my arm. He ran in the house and locked the door. So there I was outside wet and cold with a broken arm and locked out of the house. The doctor at the hospital set my arm by yanking on it without any pain medicine.

On occasion I still have to climb around on ladders though it causes great angst to do so.

Mom not Mum said...

Ugh Marm- that's just horrible! I can totally understand your fear from that experience!

Inland Empire Girl said...

I love the title of your blog post. The use of shelves of me mind is nice. It is amazing how something like a ladder can trigger a memory. I hate heights so I don't know what I would have done..probably jumped!I love the pictures of the younger you also. Such a beautiful face! :)

MarmiteToasty said...

OK Maties.......... let me explain about me post... :)

This post was not really about the nastieness that I endured as a child from certain people..... even though I realise that its possibly the bit that smacks ya in the face.....

What this post is really about is how little bits and bobs throughout a day can nudge a shelf in me mind.... and how my head stores its data form in a mixed up order, to open like an old book to make me smile and remember stuff.....

And the above probably wont make any sense to anyone but me, cos I aint good at explaining LOL.... oh well......

~((ol lady))~ ok visions of you up on the roof now lmfao...see as an adult stuck on the roof, I find well funny..... see its not therapy... its not a problem with me..... if doesnt hang around me neck like a weight.......:)

Yeah cute as a button right lol...... looking for me button now :)......xxxxx

~((((((Susan)))))))~ hey, I know you do, but ya know what, its okay, it truely is, this is not really what this post is about.....

Back in those days Susan, life was different.... some teachers knew.... but did nothing... and there is NO WAY I would of wanted to leave me brothers..... it was a case of making the best of the good parts and coping with the rest....

Do you know that once a few years back, I had an accident in the NewForest and was unconcious in the forest for 2 hours and when the search party of police and firemen eventually found me and I was dragged from the undergrowth by a BIG HUNKIE fireman...... I WAS UNAWARE cos I was out of it LOL...... dam and bugger, that could of been me only chance to have a look at a 'big shiny helmet' LOL....

lol@ was that me..... yes Susan it really was you LMFAO........xxxxxxxxx

~(((kati)))~ well in my house it was.... but what my parents didnt know was that it might just of well of been the Ritz for me cos I have me books :).... well until they took the bulb out lol......

I will tell the story oneday maybe of when we moved into this little house and what I did to the cupboard under the stairs lol...

Pinning on me 'I am well cool' chuftie badge lol ... ya daft cow.....xxxxxx

~((((ciara the jealous ho cos Ive seen a firemans shiny helmet)))~ fanks matie...... see maybe without all that shit, I would of been a different person lol..... but I doubt it.... Ive always been me......loves ya to :).....xxxxxx

~(((((Toadie))))))))~ the roof was a tad high and scarey when forced lol.....

I aint scared of heights though..... I could climb trees like a squirrel and jump across well dangerous high places as a kid..... no fear of heights or falling....... this was just different......

And me parents were cruel with punishments, especially punishments when I had done nuffin wrong....... I think they had issues LMFAO...... it was what it was....xxxxxxx

~((((lynn)))~ yep nudging it good..... I have hundreds of stories all stacked just needing reference numbers to file in the right order lol......

What happened to that cute kid aye? lol........and I knew they were wrong, oh so very wrong on many counts......xxxx

~(((((((((((Sharkie))))))))))))~ :)..... yeah, Im great right? LOL...... those freckles were kisses from angels.... thats what I always use to tell myself when I looked in the mirror :)..... no freckles now...... so who is to kiss me now LOL.......xxxxxxxx

~((((((((Cookieboy))))))))~ goodness :)... fank you..... I can only be me...... warts and all..... I would like to hope Im a good person.....I would so like to think.......xxxxxx

~(((((((((Becky))))))))))~ oh hush with the tears will ya 'or I will give you something to cry about' LMFAO.........xxxxxxx

~(((jen))))~ ya see, obstacles like in a school obstacle race, are the challenges that life is about...... me, well, I always liked a challenge :)..... fanks for your kind words.....

Ok, just dont think of me when you look at the back end of a moose LMFAO....... TAKE PICTURES.......xxxxxxxx

~((((((((((((SideNote))))))))))~ hey you :) - cripes no wonder you hate ladders... :( - its just ladders with me, I actually love being up high in trees or buildings..... not that Ive ever been higher then the fifth floor in a building lmfao, except the Eiffel Tower, but thats different...... I did fall 20 or so foot out of a tree as a kid and broke me collar bone, someone was watching over me that day....

I'll tell you what, I will hold the bottom of the ladder for you if you hold it for me :).....xxxxxx

~(((monNmum)))~ I wonder if thats why I dont like playing that board game 'snakes and ladders' LOL .....xxxxxx

~(((InlandEmpireGirl)))~ thats how I see the memories in me mind, all stacked up on shelves, no order, no filing, just a jumble of memories, near the edge of the shelves waiting for a nudge....

I locked me keys in me house once but me bedroom window is always open, so old Mr Foote let me borrow his small ladder and me and me friend was well laffing..... until I got half way up and couldnt move LMFAO..... she just sat on me front wall laffing and laffing until eventually I slid down lol..... and she had to do the honours..... :).... yeah old photos are the best..... its all in the eyes....... xxxxx

comet said...

Are all Brits nearsighted? Why the big letters and numbers on the license plate?

Lora said...

Hello Mel......thot I would drop by and read a bit. Such a tragedy that one should have endured what you were made to. We can't erase what was done, but we all can help make your today, and future, much more rewarding. You're a terrific lady and I'm thankful,and proud, to be your friend ( and also that other woman's friend....whatsherface....Ciara ! )....love ya sweetie !!

Inland Empire Girl said...

Come on over and visit my blog on the Saturday post. I have nominated you for a much deserved Blogger Reflection Award. You can read all about it.

Pamela said...

I get a nudge into my memories on occasion.

My nudge right now is to whack your parents. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING. Where was the super nanny when you needed her.

Akelamalu said...

Just trying to catch up on your news whilst I've been away.

No wonder you're scared of ladders. What in the name of God were your parents thinking??

I know what you mean though about little things happening during the day triggering memories.

Scots said...

you have just nudged a wee memory of mine stuck in the back and dusty areas of the grey matter in my head (yes I do have some)

... I remember a photo of my dad and myself when I was a wee nipper and he was a gardener .... there was little me in my shorts and summer gear watching my dad at the top of a bloody great ladder, attaching a finial to the top of the flag pole ....

Every Christmas we, as a family on Christmas morning, would sit in my parents bedroom and get out the huge trunk with all the old family photos and go through them all recounting old stories and memories ..... your ladder made me think back ... cheers marm babes xxx

Scots said...

Oops Marm, nearly forgot ..... I saw this and thought of you ... I know it aint a moose .. but the next best thing ROFPMSL

http://www.kleargear.com/1489.html

Side Note said...

Okay, Marm, as long as I can trust that you'll keep a good grip on the ladder.

Donetta said...

I am also one with many books upon the shelves. Your stories are important to those who too knew what it was to be kept in the dark in cupboards.Come visit and visit my other blog too.

Bugwit said...

((((Marmy))))

Unbelievable. I think maybe we had the same dad. Pretty much the only times he could be bothered with me was for punishment or the scare the living shit out of me. Apparently that gave him great pleasure.

Funny thing about ladders and heights. As a kid, I climbed anything...the higher the better. Now a step ladder makes me uncomfortable.

Here’
s a little character sketch of my dad.

MarmiteToasty said...

~(((comet)))~ welcome - LOL it most certainly looks that way :) - its just our number plates HAVE to be set out that way, no fancy pictures and daft wording on ours..... clear, precise and readable..... if you scroll back to the precious post you will see that even today all these years later, the number plate on me car is set out in the exact same way as the one 38 years ago........xx

~(((((lora)))))~ :) fanks you...... this is just one of the many hundreds of stories, and this is also a very tame one..... but it was what it was..... no use letting the pass ruin the now and the future..... and you know that I to love you and am proud and honoured to be your friend....... ok, enough with the tears LOL......whos ciara? lol oh the slagbag LOL ....xxxxxxx

~(((InlandEmpireGirl)))~ cripes matie..... breathe in .... breathe out....... your words and thoughts are to kind..... but I fank you :)...... sniff........xxxxx

~(((pamela)))~ welcome :) - hey you aint me Xs auntie Pam are ya? cos she was one right stuck up cow? LOL........ well super nanny was no where to be seen in those days lol........and both me parents died within 12 weeks of each other a few years back, with so many unanswered questions..... let sleeping dogs lie I think the saying goes :).......please scroll back and have a butchers, not all posts are so boring lol.......xxxx

~((((ake)))))~ welcome home from ya hols... hope you had a great time...... yeah, what was they thinking of aye? certainly not me LOL......xxxxxx

~(((((scottie))))~ I read you comment out in me well good scottish accent to a matie, and for a flash second, I think they thought I was scottish LOL...... nudges are good.... ya see, these memories dont tear me up, they are just memories like any other memory.....and no, there is no subpressed anger or hate or denial..... whats the point now or even then to let things eat ya alive, just deal with the situation and move onto the next LOL.......

I often with me lads get out the boxes of photos...... alas I only have a handful of photos from growing up......

But when I was married to my childrens father, we managed to obtain some old photos of him, so my kids do have some old photos on their fathers (spit lol) side to laff at LOL

LOL@that pooing reindeer :)......not if only we can find a pooing moose lol.......xxxxxxx

~((((SideNote))))~ I will hold it as tight as I hold me friends in me heart... :)

Ya know, its only ladders I cant do, I aint scared of heights or nowt.... and I was a well wicked tree climber... and would be today if me bum was not so big..... its just ladders.......

And how funny is this and how things slot into place....... my Jacob got the ladder out of the shed yesterday and then climbed onto the kitchen roof to clear out the gutters for me cos we saw a tree thingie growing up there...... he chose to..... that is the difference, and it was only one storey high lol........ xxxxxxx

~(((donetta))))~ hey you, welcome....... I only tell these stories from time to time, because they fit in with the day etc..... they dont eat me up, they dont spit me out...... they dont even make me sad.... ya see, ya can go one of two ways....... allow yourself to suffer for years and years at the hands of someone else, cos your suffering sure as hell aint making the other people involved suffer, or ya can pull yaself up by ya thong and make a good life for oneself...... its all about choices...... and we all have those :)........ fanks for coming over, I will have a butchers at your blob later today.......xxxxxxx

~((((Bugs)))))))~ :)..... this is a tame tale, dont make me have to turn ya pubes grey with other stuff LMFAO....... its only ladders bugs, I was like a jack rabbit climbing anything and everything..... and still LOVE to be up high.....

Dads aye...... and all I wanted was a good dad for my lads.... no such luck.....

When I took my mob to Cyprus a couple of years back, we went up into the mountains, real high, and we was above the clouds... that, was just so magical..... well until we found the dead mountain goat on the road and had to take a picture lol...... oh my goodness....... Ive always taken photos of dead animals LMFAO.......xxxxxxxx

HAR said...

It makes me angry to see how adults can be so cruel to a child. Especially their own child. It must have been a really scary and sad time in your life. :(

Catch said...

Mel I would just like to give you a big hug....and take away all the hurt and pain you suffered as a child. It hurts me to even think of how scared you were. In spite of it all...you are one of the most fun loving affectionate people I know. Thank goodness you didnt let them get to you.

jolie-jordan said...

You were a very cute little girl and your parents were nuts. One of my great fears from childhood that lingers with me is swimming. My old Dad was determined to drown me and he near did a couple of times.
Ya...well the old fart is dead and I am alive...fooled him.
Thank Goodness for the fireman, huh? Thank Goodness for a ccupboard for some peace. Thank God they didn't kill you.
Stop over for a visit. I tagged you for a meme if you have the time.

Later...Jolie

green libertarian said...

What cute pics of you, Marmite. That's what I choose to remember about this post.

MarmiteToasty said...

~(((har)))~ welcome to the mad house... well, it was scarey but it stuff you get use to coping with..... sometimes ya just have to make the most of bad things in life....... fanks for popping over....... scroll and red back me lifes not all doom and gloom :).....xx

~(((((catch))))~ :) hugs are always good lol....... but to be honest the post was not really about the shit, it was about the nudges and the coincidences lol..... :)

and fanks..... I would like to think, Im a nice good person...... ya would have to ask me maties that one...... :) - ya cant change pass shit, ya can just make sure that you use it as a learning experience :).......xxxxxxxx

~(((((jolie-jordan))))))))~ sorry I have been such a blobber comment slut of late...... aint got around much to read this last few weeks, ya know, life shit and all that lol.......

Yeah, well survive we did aye :) and what a great person you are and all you believe in....... so sod the tossers of the past..... I was lobbed off of Langstone Bridge into the sea, to teach me to swim LMFAO......

now, where is me knight in shining armour lol and where is his shiney helmet ............xxxxxxxx

~((((((((((((((((((((MrGreen)))))))))))))))))~ hugs to you....... well, the post was more about other things then what most people picked up on lol...... yeah I was cute aye :) what the fuck happened LOL...... xxxxxxxx

Anonymous said...

This is such a pile of shit... Melody climbed up the drain pipe and then up the roof... Dad didn't send her up there at all... As for being left under the stair cupboard.... What another crock of shit... Melody your a lying bitch just out for sympathy.