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Speaking of romance… Been reading through one of my teenage diaries. Oh dear. But some things never change, “I was fed up, so wrote out a plan for a story with maps and drawings. I’m getting my petitions off tomorrow.”
Amazing how many girls I went to school with who were catty big-headed bitches and nasty cows and how many boys were gorgeous with wonderful brown eyes/beautiful blue eyes etc etc etc! And how many times can one 14 year old think she’s fallen in love?
One thing that does become very obvious is that I had one really good friend, even if I didn’t realise it at the time and I’m glad to say she was about the only person I never moaned about.
I had a bit of a lament about my bus fare to school going up from 2p to 3p and was pleased with the pouffe I got for my mum from the Green Shield Stamp shop! Then there was the day the school truancy officer came round and told my mum I was playing truant with my mates. So she called me out to prove I was at home. He took one look at my swollen black eyes and said she should keep me home for the rest of the week (I’d had a head on collision with my dog the day before and come off worst).
I was lucky that he’d chosen that particular time to check up on me, although I was caught a few months later.
I complain about one friend coming round and “always ruining my mum’s pens”. Your guess is as good as mine.
And I’ve realised that my parents bought me an Adler reconditioned office typewriter for my 15th birthday, not my 16th as I’d always thought (“Oh, well, nearly 15 – getting old.” – Did I really write that? I’m afraid I did).
I saw Monty Python at the pictures. Don’t remember it. I do remember going to see Steptoe and Son though. I “blew” 75p on a trip to London and paid 45p for typing and Dutch evening classes. I spent £1 on make up for myself and two of my friends. Were things ever really so cheap?
One thing I do know – reading through my teenage diaries, I would never want to live through that again. Although things did improve the following year when I met my husband!
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