is supposed to look ‘confused’ has a mouth that is physically impossible – a mad, wavy line that looks utterly painful.
Now I’m wandering around the garden, wondering whether to tidy it up. Mum is usually out here all the time, but it doesn’t look as if she’s done much gardening lately. I’m not actually sure what I should do, though, and after a bit I start to feel cold – seriously, it is supposed to be spring but the temperature is arctic today. I head inside and remember the box of diaries that Mum gave
me. Might as well have another look, I think – nothing better to do.
I grab the box out from my wardrobe and plonk myself down on the window sill. The first entry I read is from 1986 so Mum must have been twelve, just a few months older than me.
26 December 1986
Everyone’s downstairs and I’m sitting up here on my bed, listening to my new personal stereo. So fab! Didn’t think Mum was going to get it for me because she’s spent months going on about how listening to music through headphones means you can’t be involved in family conversation (she obviously hasn’t got a clue and fails to understand that THAT’S THE WHOLE POINT!).
Finally starting to get over Smokey dying. He was the best guinea pig in the whole wide world but I know he’s happy in heaven now. I never want another guinea pig though – nobody can replace Smokey in my heart.
Going to watch Ghostbusters in a bit. Ha – Leah isn’t allowed to watch it cos Mum says she’s too young and it might give her nightmares. Ha ha ha!
Had a brilliant Xmas. Here’s my list of what I got:
Father Christmas – cool top, cool tights, Bon Jovi tape, bubble bath, selection box, apple, orange and a new shiny 2p
Mum – personal stereo
Leah – notelets
Uncle Tony – £5 (cool!)
Grandma – torch and this diary
Uncle Andrew – Maltesers, Save the Whale T-shirt
Aunty Helen – Save the Trees poster
Quite a list, hey!
I’m going to write every day about everything that happens to me and share all my secrets with you. What do you think about boyfriends? I don’t know. I wish that boys (nice ones) liked me. I think I’d like to have a real boyfriend – not to kiss, just someone who would like me and play Monopoly with me (Mum hates it and Leah moans if she loses).
See you tomorrow!
Rachel
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Oh, my actual goodness! My mum was a bit mental when she was my age. Wanting a boyfriend to play
Monopoly
with? Seriously? What’s wrong with wanting to be kissed? Actually, I wonder how old she was when she had her first kiss – must remember to ask her!
Quite funny reading about Aunt Leah, though. She’s really funky (sometimes I wish that she was my mum instead – she hasn’t got any kids and when we go to stay with her we always do really cool things). Can’t imagine her being too little to watch
Ghostbusters
. I must have seen that when I was about eight at Alice’s house when we had a sleepover, and her dad forgot we were still awake so we stayed up until 2 a.m. watching old films on TV! Don’t think I mentioned it to Mum at the time, though … And Leah would
never
give Mum anything as naff as notelets for a present now – on her last birthday she gave her an amazing sarong that she’d brought back from somewhere exotic and a voucher for a spa day.
Mum’s list of Christmas presents is a bit stingy. Last year, I got my new iPod, a make-your-own perfume set, about a million books, a boom box for my iPod, £80, and loads more stuff that I can’t
even remember now. Mum seems over the moon with £5 – but I suppose this
is
the person who dreamt of 10p a week pocket money, so £5 must have made her feel like a millionaire.
I turn the page and read the next entry.
4th January 1987
Dear Diary,
It is 1987! Mum woke me up at ten to twelve and we went outside to see the New Year in. This morning she made me go out of the back door and run round the house to the front door with a piece of coal. Not sure what that was
Now I’m wandering around the garden, wondering whether to tidy it up. Mum is usually out here all the time, but it doesn’t look as if she’s done much gardening lately. I’m not actually sure what I should do, though, and after a bit I start to feel cold – seriously, it is supposed to be spring but the temperature is arctic today. I head inside and remember the box of diaries that Mum gave
me. Might as well have another look, I think – nothing better to do.
I grab the box out from my wardrobe and plonk myself down on the window sill. The first entry I read is from 1986 so Mum must have been twelve, just a few months older than me.
26 December 1986
Everyone’s downstairs and I’m sitting up here on my bed, listening to my new personal stereo. So fab! Didn’t think Mum was going to get it for me because she’s spent months going on about how listening to music through headphones means you can’t be involved in family conversation (she obviously hasn’t got a clue and fails to understand that THAT’S THE WHOLE POINT!).
Finally starting to get over Smokey dying. He was the best guinea pig in the whole wide world but I know he’s happy in heaven now. I never want another guinea pig though – nobody can replace Smokey in my heart.
Going to watch Ghostbusters in a bit. Ha – Leah isn’t allowed to watch it cos Mum says she’s too young and it might give her nightmares. Ha ha ha!
Had a brilliant Xmas. Here’s my list of what I got:
Father Christmas – cool top, cool tights, Bon Jovi tape, bubble bath, selection box, apple, orange and a new shiny 2p
Mum – personal stereo
Leah – notelets
Uncle Tony – £5 (cool!)
Grandma – torch and this diary
Uncle Andrew – Maltesers, Save the Whale T-shirt
Aunty Helen – Save the Trees poster
Quite a list, hey!
I’m going to write every day about everything that happens to me and share all my secrets with you. What do you think about boyfriends? I don’t know. I wish that boys (nice ones) liked me. I think I’d like to have a real boyfriend – not to kiss, just someone who would like me and play Monopoly with me (Mum hates it and Leah moans if she loses).
See you tomorrow!
Rachel
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Oh, my actual goodness! My mum was a bit mental when she was my age. Wanting a boyfriend to play
Monopoly
with? Seriously? What’s wrong with wanting to be kissed? Actually, I wonder how old she was when she had her first kiss – must remember to ask her!
Quite funny reading about Aunt Leah, though. She’s really funky (sometimes I wish that she was my mum instead – she hasn’t got any kids and when we go to stay with her we always do really cool things). Can’t imagine her being too little to watch
Ghostbusters
. I must have seen that when I was about eight at Alice’s house when we had a sleepover, and her dad forgot we were still awake so we stayed up until 2 a.m. watching old films on TV! Don’t think I mentioned it to Mum at the time, though … And Leah would
never
give Mum anything as naff as notelets for a present now – on her last birthday she gave her an amazing sarong that she’d brought back from somewhere exotic and a voucher for a spa day.
Mum’s list of Christmas presents is a bit stingy. Last year, I got my new iPod, a make-your-own perfume set, about a million books, a boom box for my iPod, £80, and loads more stuff that I can’t
even remember now. Mum seems over the moon with £5 – but I suppose this
is
the person who dreamt of 10p a week pocket money, so £5 must have made her feel like a millionaire.
I turn the page and read the next entry.
4th January 1987
Dear Diary,
It is 1987! Mum woke me up at ten to twelve and we went outside to see the New Year in. This morning she made me go out of the back door and run round the house to the front door with a piece of coal. Not sure what that was
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