At the start of November we have a bunch of longer term stuff - 11 November - which aside from Rembrance Day which makes me think of my grandparents and my dad, is the anniversary of the maternal granddad's death.
Then we have a few painful anniversaries, before 28th November - which this year marks 7 years since my Dad died. And as happens every seven years - the days of the week match up with exactly when it happened.
And right now my Mum is in hospital in London. She had her operation this morning. She survived - and is in recovery, but we won't know if it was successful for a while.
It's just all been up and down.
Jen has been fantastic, too good to me. She's had to put up with so much. I love her.
It really gets to me how this time just bounced me around. It's mad.
- Current Mood: blah
There are a lot of reasons why.
It's not like I can even pick on one reason and say this is the main one.
- Current Mood: accomplished
Well I'm back in Eastbourne after my visit up to Keele (long entry about that coming soon).
I'm getting things sorted on the job hunting front and sorting out my training. I am going to get there!
I had an informal interview at tREDS in town which will be opening soon for a part time sale vacancy. It seemed to go okay - I've been told I should here either way in the next few days.
I'm still going up to Keele this coming weekend to see Jen although it's been on and off all this last weekend because various things have ended up falling on that weekend which can't be moved - so we're not going to be seeing each other as much as we had hoped. I'm really looking forward to going though. I really miss Jen and I'm really looking forward to seeing her even if we won't get as much time together as we hoped.
Rememberance Day is always difficult. Thoughts of Grandad S, Grandad C, Dad, Johnnie. It doesn't help that Grandad C died on 11 November some ten or more years ago. He had cancer. Survived being left for dead in the Burmese jungle for two weeks, and died in a hospital in Britain. Grandad S died of old age generally - he was 97 I think. He'd fought in the Battle of Jutland and was one of the survivors from one of the ships that went down. He still had shrapnel from it buried in his leg and chest. Dad was involved in the last days of World War II in the Fleet Air Arm. He got an honourable discharge - shellshock. He'd been firewatching and rebuilding factory roofs during the Blitz and the explosions wrecked his nerves. He still answered the call and served, but it was decided he was medically unfit. Soldiering is just something my family does.
So this week my main aim it to tidy and sort out my room - it's overcrowded with junk and needs alot of sorting to get things organised. I don't want to leave it in a state when I go away at the weekend - because coming back to a messed up room is just not good.
I've also got to get some vague organisation in my Uni stuff. Part of me thinks it would be a good idea to put it into storage. Equally part of me thinks that I should keep it around to help keep me motivated.
- Current Mood: blah
Had a short informal interview for a job in a shoe shop. Went well. Should here something in the next couple of days.