After school I went to help 1G get ready for the First Years Halloween Party. I had to put powder on the faces of Marion and Joanne, and spray the hair of Megan and Jackie. I decided to put a bit of green into my own.
We escorted them down to the Hall where they had a fancy dress parade. Andrea, Judy, Louise and I were lumbered with the job of controlling those waiting outside the crush hall. I was chatting to Miss D. She was asking me why I had been to UMIST, so I explained. She said that she thinks I would find Chartered Accountancy exceedingly boring.
When the little ones went to change, I was chatting to Mrs Mc. One girl had dressed as Margaret Thatcher and had left her mask lying around. Mrs Mc had tried it on, and was trying to persuade me to, but I refused.
Judy, Louise and I went to have a look at the snooker on the telly in the Chaplains room. We went down to the Common Room and acted as First Years in the dress rehearsal for the Ghost Story. We supervised the eats. They are real terrors, especially Amanda. Shes great shell argue about anything just like me. I think shell make a good Union leader or politician (Friends Reunited check - Living in Sydney, Australia and having a great time. I work in financial recruitment. I've been here for over 2 years now and not missing the UK too much!!!)
After clearing and washing up, we went to three sittings of the Halloween Story. The special effects were really good synthesised music, search light, Esther falling out of a cupboard as a corpse, Angela S walking past the window with blood (sorry, tomato sauce) on her hand. 1G were really scared, 1J just laughed and screamed a little, whilst 1M were almost as good as 1G. Prior to that I had an exchange of views with Catherine K. Amanda and another girl wanted to go into the story again, so I let them, as long as they didnt spoil it for 1M. Lady K wanted to go in as well, but I said no, because it was Amanda and her friends idea, and Catherine was just copying. Apart from anything else, she needs to learn that she cant always get her own way. She went into a sulk, and said she is going to report me to Sr G. Oh dear, I must start worrying!
I went to Choral Society. Unfortunately, there was no Martin, but Angela (his sister) says hell be coming after half term. Various of the lads Mike, Damian (yeah!), Daniel, Michael and Ian WERE there. We did a Byrd Mass, and something else by Byrd.
PS Someone in form one is so scared of the Loreto Ghost that she wants to leave and go to BTH.
The Stats lesson was really embarrassing. I had tackled a question differently from the method that Fiona B had shown to be the best method of getting an answer. I asked Cliffie how I had obtained that, and he tackled it. He spent ages on the blackboard, and just couldnt get it. I was SO embarrassed.
Puwer was a pain. I was working through the work he had set us, and was far from easy. Andrea looked at my book and was criticising it. We were having a real slanging match. Poor old Cliffie was getting quite worked up, saying Calm down, calm down, calm down.
I spent about an hour drinking two cups of tea and conversing avec la famille (really gripping, I dont think). I was most annoyed. They complain when I dont stick around talking all day and when I do they criticise everything I say. Oh well, thats life for you!
Daddy drove me to Judys. As Judy opened the door, she greeted me. So did Tommy, Susi and Max, the dogs. When I walked in the living room, Aisling and Andrea did too. Louise arrived later and eventually we went to he Indian Restaurant in Timperley Village. It seems quite a pleasant place. Whilst we were choosing we had a drink. I had an orange juice. We eventually decided on what we wanted. The waiter told Andrea and I we were brave ladies ordering a Madras curry. It wasnt over hot, actually just right. Andrea, Judy and Louise all had chicken curries, but I was awkward, I had prawn. Accompanying it, we had the house white. When we had finished an exceedingly tasty and filling meal, we had Gaelic coffee. I dont like whisky, and I dont usually like coffee with even a hint of milk or cream in it, but I must say that I approve of Gaelic coffee.
The conversation was excellent. Nobody said anything of absolute total marvellousness and profundity, but we were all ourselves at our best, and we had a thoroughly good time. No doubt the drinks helped in loosening our tongues.
Mother was going to Alty, so I got up and descended the stairs (you see, its the quickest way to the kitchen).
Theres pages and pages about me agonising about a situation which didnt come to pass a problem, which a friend confided in me about. It makes good reading, but, it isnt my business to publish on the Internet. Even nineteen years on.
I heard on the news that Indira Ghandi, Prime Minister of India, has been assassinated. Im afraid to say it but she had it coming to her after her treatment of the Sikhs in the Punjab, including the storming of the Golden Temple.
I watched the beginning of Dallas, comedy show of the year, and then Superted, which is really groovy.
Next installment will be October 1985, where Gert does teenage angst in the style of an infant school child
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