More piccies.

Right, some of the pictures from Rachel & Graham’s open house/BBQ thingy last weekend are now on-line.

Please note that as my parents are visiting and sleeping in the machine room and spare bedroom, the machine running the web site will be switched off between 10pm and sometime in the morning tonight and tomorrow night.

Thingies

OK, so what’s been happening to me other than wibbling over the last couple of weeks since Cropredy?

Well, there was the visit to the ex-Mongolian Wok restaurant, I think it’s called SoJo’s now and it’s moved to a new building (with a redirection sign in the old window). It’s one of those places you go to have fun as an experience rathr then to enjoy the cuisine as you have to make up the dishes yourself.

Last Friday I popped over to Guildford to meet up with a bunch of the By The Gods exiles for a meal and a chat in a pub. Alec was there along with Maureen, Joe, Bevis, Bill and Tim (I think that’s everyone). Much fun was had, though the two hour journey to get there including an hour of traffic jams wasn’t. I didn’t take any of my cameras so no piccies, I’m afraid.

Saturday was Rachel & Graham’s open house/BBQ party. Great fun, lots of cricket, no burnt food, oh and lots of photographic mayhem. I have piccies, most of which were taken by Alec as he seemed to like to play with my camera. I’ll post them soon.

Sunday was spent still at Rachel and Graham’s eating up the left-overs from the party the day before. In the afternoon we all went off to see Shrek 2 in Basingstoke. However, due to a tactical miscalculation on the part of Graham, Chris was given some lemonade before we left which gave him wind. Chris became convinced that he was going to be sick with threw him into a tizzy and hence the biggest tantrum ever, all in the middle of the shopping centre and cinema. Rachel and Graham were not at all pleased. Once the film started, however, Chris calmed down and forgot all about his tummy ache.

As for the rest of the week, nothing much has happened. By parents arrived yesterday for the bank holiday weekend. As usual there’ll be a family get-together on Saturday when my uncle and aunt from Enfield visit. Other than that there are no plans.

Hmm..

It looks like my Mum might be going potty.

I got a phone call this evening from my parents confirming that they were arriving tomorrow. However, my Mum was insistant that we had a wedding to go to somewhere in Berkshire on Saturday involving the youngest daughter of an american airman she’d met in 1948 and who had visited them last Friday and stayed overnight. This was news to me and news to my Dad as well, he couldn’t remember anyone visiting, let alone staying overnight on Friday and there had been no mention of this during the other phone calls we’ve had since the weekend. It seems that my Mum had suddenly come up with this false memory sometime this afternoon.

She’s been behaving increasingly oddly since my Nan, who’s going very potty herself, rang up and let loose a rant at my Mum just over a year ago. This caused a massive rift between her and her Mum. Add to this the death of her brother at Easter and a bought of shingles on her face which has prevented her from doing her favourite activity of reading and you see that she’s been under a bit of mental stress and has seemed to bottle it up and not want to talk about it.

My Dad phoned back later and discussed this with me and our idea is to try to talk to my Mum’s GP about her odd behaviour and see if he can help her. I’m wondering if it might be depression which has turned into some sort of psychosis.. but I have little knowledge of this sort of mental illness so I’m just clutching at straws.

I’m mainly writing this entry to put my thoughts out of my head so that they don’t go around and around and cause me problems. Now I’ve written it I feel a lot better. I can now just take things as they come , see what happens and roll with the punches.

Panic over.

I had a nice, long chat on the phone with Steve Howe and the situation is nowhere near as bad as it first seemed. For a start Leila didn’t say anything which might give the impression of having a crush on me, merely that “age doesn’t matter” when talking to people via e-mail.

Anyway, the upshot of it all is that Steve sees that it’s good for her to have someone she can talk to and be friends with and possibly talk about things that she might not want to talk to her parents about and thinks that of all the people he knows that I’m one of the best choices he can think of.

I feel a lot better after that phone call.

Phew.

At last, Steve Howe has been in contact via e-mail.

I’ve apologised for my naivety and have forwarded to him all the e-mails I’ve received from Leila and the two replies I’ve sent.

I’ll phone him tonight.

Hmm.. tricky.

I got a phone call from Lindsey at about 1:50am this morning. It woke me up with a bit of a start. Anyway, after saying that she’d just called up to say good-night also informed me that her friend Steve Howe had told her that his daughter had developed a crush on my at Cropredy.

I was a bit worried that this might happen as she’s at the age where she’s just beginning to get those sorts of feelings and doesn’t know how to handle them.

Anyway, I’m going to be treading very carefully from now on. I’ve asked Lindsey (via e-mail) if she can supply me with Steve Howe’s and preferably his ex-wife’s e-mail addresses so that I can talk to them, send copies of the three e-mails Leila’s sent me along with my replies and generally ask what they’d like me to do about the situation.

I don’t want to encourage her in her dillusion of love but I don’t want her to be hurt either and I want her parents to be totally in the loop as well. I’m not going to reply to her latest e-mail until I can get in touch with her parents and get their thoughts and permission. My idea is to propose to her that she be my honourary little sister in the same way that Lindsey is. Hopefully this will instill the idea that I don’t love her in the way she thinks she loves me but not make her feel hurt.

If this fails to persuade her then I can alway use the example of her next door neighbour, ex-friend who she complains about becoming a problem as he’s become infatuated with her and she’s not interested. Hopefully that will allow her to use her interllect to control her feelings. The last resort would be to break off all communication. Whatever, I won’t do anything without the OK from her parents.

As I said, a tricky situation.