Oh dear,
Peggy has already managed to climb the two steps up and down to the conservatory.
Buffy goes under the table to hide.
Peggy's still looking for her. She thinks Buffy's her Mum now. Bless!!
Oh dear,
Peggy has already managed to climb the two steps up and down to the conservatory.
Buffy goes under the table to hide.
Peggy's still looking for her. She thinks Buffy's her Mum now. Bless!!
Posted by perils of patricia at 15:35 8 comments
Steven asked his friend D to make me this tag for my journal.
This is what she made. Many thanks D. I love it. x x
Posted by perils of patricia at 14:26 2 comments
Hi everyone,
Just been watching The Backstreet boys on the music channels on Sky. Just realised how much I miss them. Sigh !!!
I've been asked to be my Sister's Bridesmaid Christmas 2007, woohoo!! Should be a good day. I'm off trying Bridesmaids dresses on today.
Aaawww !! S Club 7 just came on singing Never Had a Dream Come True. One of my faves, I sing it myself on stage.
Anywho, best get a shower, want to look gorge when I try these dresses on, well as gorge as I get for me.
Catch you all later,
Love n hugs Pat x x x
Posted by perils of patricia at 01:22 4 comments
Hi everyone,
On a lighter note, this is my new Westie puppy. I called her Peggy after my Auntie Peggy, who sadly passed away two years ago.
She's only eight weeks old and so sweet. Already she's a little bossy, so I have to keep my eye on her, don't want her getting ideas above her station.
She's off to the Vets on Friday for her first injection.
Post more pics as she gets older.
Thanks everyone for your kind words and comments on yesterday's journal.They were all taken on board and I hope I have helped somewhere along the way.
Love n hugs Pat. x x
Posted by perils of patricia at 16:57 9 comments
For anyone feeling sorry for me after the story I just wrote, please don't.
I didn't write about it for sympathy. The sympathy should go to the animal that could do these dispicable things to women and young Mothers.
I just want women everywhere to know that life still goes on. My Son went to University and got a degree in Criminology because of it.
Don't let them think they've won because they haven't and never will.
Thank you for reading my life and I hope it hasn't upset anyone.
love n hugs Pat x x x
Posted by perils of patricia at 14:34 8 comments
Had a breather, so here's part two.
Despite the past, I met and married a gorgeous young man, with the biggest blue eyes I had ever seen.He was almost sixteen, I was just twenty one. My Dad didn't agree with it because of the age difference but we married anyway.
He was a Miner and we had two lovely Son's and six years of marriage before he left me for my " mates". During this time, we came through the Miner's strike of 1984-85. We even appeared in a BBC documentary "REAL LIVES". All about the strike and some of the families struggling through it.
To cut the story a little shorter, I moved back home to Sheffield to be near my family for support. I managed to get a privately rented house in Hillsborough. My sons were two and seven years old at this time.
The Landlord told me the house wasn't quite ready yet but that if I didn't mind him coming and going to carry out the finishing touches, we could move in straight away. So, we did.
After a few weeks living there, we settled in to a nice life and finally had somewhere to call home. It beats sleeping in my sister's attic and living at Mum's. I like to be self sufficient, after all, I have my pride.
Then, one day, I had just brought my oldest Son home from school when the Landlord turned up. This would be around 4.30 in the afternoon. He asked me to put the kettle on, so I did. The next thing I knew, he was behind me, putting his arms around my waist.My youngest Son was watching and I insisted that he left. He didn't leave but started to scoop me up in his arms to carry me upstairs. I obviously started to struggle but realised that BOTH my Sons were watching and I had to try to keep calm for their sakes.
He threw me down on the bed and the inevitable happened.All I remember doing was thinking to myself all the way through, that I had to make this look like a game. My eldest Son hid in a cupboard and my youngest Son saw the whole thing.
NO child should EVER have to witness that but mine did. Afterwards, the Landlord asked if we could still be friends, UNBELIEVABLE.
The Police advised me to do a moonlight flit, which I did, to a safe house in Doncaster. We lived there, in a bedsit, for seven months. We should have left the room all day and were only allowed in at four oclock. I managed to get the Landlady to agree to letting me do all the laundry and ironing, if she let us all stay in all day. My eldest was in school anyway and I hated walking round Doncaster in the snow with my youngest,he was only two.
Eventually, I declared war on life and went back to my Mum's with NO IDEA of what we would do. I did manage to get a house and we lived there for many years very happily.
I now am re married to a wonderful man, whom I love dearly and am looking forward to my eldest Son's forthcoming wedding next month.
Most of you know my youngest already. He is with a gorgeous young man himself and I now have an even bigger family, getting bigger all the time.
I can now look forward to being a Granny and know that NO MAN will EVER stop me from loving the life my Parents gave me from their love for each other.
Posted by perils of patricia at 14:06 3 comments
I know I'm a wonderful Mum. I pride myself on that just so that I know they didn't break me.
I was sixteen years old and had never had a boyfriend before. My Dad said I was too young. I wasn't allowed to go to school disco's.I spent many a night crying in my bedroom because my classmates were laughing at me for being " mollicoddled ".
One boy I really liked, came to call at my house and my Dad sent him away until I was eighteen.I was devastated and angry with him for years to come. I would swear under my breath that one day I would just leave.He couldn't stop me forever.
I started work at just fifteen years old, working in an office. I absolutely LOVED it. I was there for three years and NEVER missed a day.
One day I had arranged to go out with my work mates to a club.My Dad said he would pick me up rather than let me catch a taxi home.
When I got there I noticed a boy there who I worked with. He was a Duty Driver. When he asked me if he could take me home I said my Dad was waiting for me outside.
The next day at work, he asked me out. He was far from the best looking boy I had ever seen but I said yes, probably just to get my own back on my Dad.
We had a relationship for three years and finally got engaged. My parents didn't like him at all for some reason.A few weeks after our engagement, the car broke down outside his house and he pushed the car round to his Dad's garage to repair it.
I should have realised that something was funny when his Dad held my hand to walk me round to the garage because I was cold. When the car started, my boyfriend drove it round to the front of the house.
His Dad scared me to death when he tried to close the garage door on us. I managed to run out.
I told my boyfriend what had happened as we drove home but instead of being angry with his Dad, he pulled up abruptly, grabbed me by the neck and accused me of lying to him.
Needless to say, we split up that night. I also found out that he'd been seeing his Auntie behind my back. EEWW!!!
I didn't see him for months and months after that and was shocked to get a phone call from his Dad saying that my ex-boyfriend had taken an overdose and had locked himself in their bedroom.
He asked me to go round there and speak to him, so I did.
When I got there, I found that my ex wasn't even at the house but that he had taken the family to their caravan in Skegness.
As I pushed open the bedroom door, expecting my ex to be in there, his Dad shoved me down on to the bed and raped me.It's something I'll NEVER forget but I refuse to take the blame also.
I couldn't prove anything and I didn't want my Dad to go to prison for killing anyone, so I kept my mouth shut.I was nineteen at the time.
To make it even worse, I had to agree to keep seeing him or he would tell my family what I had done. I saw him a couple of times, then just blew my top and said, " SO TELL THEM. I REALLY DON'T CARE "
I think it must have shocked him because I NEVER heard from him again.
TO BE CONTINUED......
Posted by perils of patricia at 13:29 2 comments