February 5th 2001- Snow Day

It has been snowing heavily all night and it was still going when we got up this morning, it’s deeper than it’s been all year. We didn’t go to school because a man told us there would be no teachers there as they couldn’t get in because of the snow. Thank you snow for extending the weekend and and allowing me to miss English with Mrs O’Donnavan this week, that is a blessing.

Once again Grandma was worrying about the snow- worrying it would stop the trains from running, worrying about Mam driving the car in it. She kept asking us to put the teletext on every two minutes so she could check up on the trains even though every time we did it just said exactly the same thing over and over. When she was making her sandwiches to take on the train we had some turkey slices of her to put in them. She was complaining that they smelled funny when they actually smelled perfectly normal. As she was making them she was saying, “Eee this stuff absolutely hums, I’ll have to put tomato sauce on to cover up the taste.” If we went round to her house and started complaining about the food the way she was she wouldn’t be too happy so why does she think she can do this to us? See, it’s that old lady thing again. She eventually left to go home and she hasn’t reappeared so I’m assuming the trains where running ok. I don’t know why she even bothers coming since she obviously doesn’t enjoy it, she moans about practically everything. She keeps trying to force us to move back to Newcastle as well even though none of us really want to. She keeps saying that me and Lynne and Michael should live at home forever and never have our own houses even when we have jobs, she even thinks that me and Lynne should put all our money together when we are working and share it. I don’t know where she gets these daft ideas from, how many people share their money with their siblings and stay at home forever?

I wrote some more of my book today but I’m stuck in a bit of a rough patch. It happens from time to time and usually doesn’t take long to get moving again.

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Author: raventaylorauthor

Raven Michelle Taylor (born Michelle Allen) was born in South Shields, Tyneside in 1983 and was the first of three children of Julie and Brian Allen. Following the numerous closures of ship yards on the Tyne Raven moved with her family to Scotland at age 13 where they settled in the Lanarkshire town of Cumbernauld. After the separation of her parents following the move north Raven and her siblings where raised by her Mother Julie. Raven attended Cumbernauld High School and from there went on to Paisley University where she graduated with an honors degree in Computer Animation. Since university to the present day Raven has made a living working various jobs in the office and retail industries but she hopes one day to be able to write full time, a dream she has held since she was a very small girl writing stories on her all Patel typewriter. Raven still lives in Scotland with her husband, Gerry Neary, their dog Basil and tortoise Herman. Raven met Glasgow born Gerry in 2002 when she was 19 years old and the pair married in 2007 opting for a Wiccan Handfasting ceremony in the Niddry Street Vaults in Edinburgh. Raven has written a number of books, short stories and poems and has been doing so since she first learned to pick up a pen and form words. It has always been a dream of hers to be a published author and she has only just recently taken the first steps signing with Newhaven Publishing with whom she had released her Punk Rock Memoir trilogy .

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