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A bit about me….

by on Aug.23, 2009, under Sharon...

emmmmmm where to start?

OK….I was born…(eventually) at 2.20 p.m on Tuesday 4th March 1969. My mum insists I was “stubborn” and had the Midwife calling for the fire to be lit numerous times, I prefer to believe in my huge sense of humour…..and me pretending to “arrive” was actually a joke!!!

Dad & Mum (with me)

Dad & Mum (with me)

Anyway born “number three” of four children, I followed two boys (and had another boy follow me!!) I was the much awaited “little girl” within an hour I had a girl’s bonnet knitted and placed on my head….by the end of the day I had been gifted with 22 dresses….(if only there had been eBay back then!!!!) My mum took great pleasure in “dressing” the pram each day….lemon, pink, white…frills, lace…..

Pink frills!!!!

Pink frills!!!!

……….anyone who knew me as a kid….and even now will know I detest frills….lace…. and much prefer a good pair of ripped jeans, sandles and tee-shirt!!!!

The dreaded school photo!!

The dreaded school photo!!

I grew up with three brothers…..could use a cricket bat as good as them, kick a ball as far, and climb a tree as high and throw a punch as effectively!!!!…

which leads me onto a little story….which I can safely tell now…(I assume the vicar has gone to meet his maker)…..Long Summer holidays lead to me and my older brothers seeking fun!!! having exhausted all ball games we would be found on our bikes….now one day our bikes lead us and a couple of my brother’s mates to the local vicars orchard…..full of scrummy ripe apples!! The boys voted and I was awarded the “best climber” (looking back I seriously believe I had been “done over” somewhat…..!!!) anyhow….I shinnied up the tree and started chucking the apples down…..

after a few minutes a barking, growling dog came bounding into the garden…….followed by a red faced furious looking vicar…..the boys legged it…..leaving me up the tree….hardly daring to breathe!!!!  I am sure you have heard the saying….”shit yourself”……I think I came close!!!

The vicar waited for the dog to chase off the boys before calling it back, then dragging it off into the house…..the dog barking and looking back at me…up the tree…….grinning – but with a potential aroma of poo should he turn round!!!

I have had many “close shaves” always with my brothers……but it was usually Mark (second eldest) and me who got into the most trouble…..although it was usually instigated by him….. like playing football in his bedroom and breaking the window, or playing football in the lounge and breaking a load of glass bottles……we were scamps….but nothing really major. I sometimes feel very sorry for my children…they will never have the childhood I had……or at least the beautiful freedom of those long hot summer school holidays…

Me & my Bro, Mark on my 18th!!

Me & my Bro, Mark on my 18th!!

I guess I grew up as “tomboy” I had friends who were girls….but really preferred hanging round with my Brothers and their friends. We lived for the most part in Telford, however when I was 11 my parents, through work had to move back to the West Midlands, Rowley Regis……I was not happy there, in the year we spent there I just about avoided having the “cane” at the school I attended….House points were awarded for good behaviour – I owed the teachers so many house points it was incredible!! I spent most of the VERY religious assemblies actually standing up (this was supposed to make an example of me!!….it didn’t work) ….looking back the school as a whole was disgusting….and so were most of the Teachers…. An art teacher ripped up most of my work on a weekly basis….because I started the year by not realising I had to call him “sir”….I witnessed (as did the whole class) the headmaster cane a boy just because he had left his chair on a “wet playtime” (time spent at your desk….quietly thinking) ……is it really any wonder I rebelled during my stay there?

I have to say though the Science & French Teachers were fab….and came to my defence numerous times….I left on a high..smacking one of the prefects in the face and flicking the “V’s” at the Teachers while leaving on the bus!!…… ;o)

Want to know what school it was…..?

It was the annex of St Michaels C of E – Rowley Regis.

 

back to Telford…..civilised schooling!!

After a period of “settling” back down I decided I needed to knuckle down….I discovered sport and actually ended up loving school!! Now I could go into detail about my days at The Upper School (Stirchley) but I am still in contact with a few people from then….and I would rather not embarrass them (!!!!….) but in the words of Bruce….they were my “Glory Days!!”  and Sarah if you ever read this….you were a complete pain in the arse, who got me into so many scraps (like someone punching ME in the mouth instead of YOU, or telling your mum that the contraception pills she found were mine!!….or getting completely hammered –  singing UB40 tracks and laughing at ladies slippers and the sound of jelly!!!!!?) but you were unpredictable fun, who made me cry with laughter and sadness -  and I treasure those days….cheers bud..x

Back to those "Wham!" days.... Me & Sarah

Back to those "Wham!" days.... Me & Sarah

Enough reminiscing……

I left school after A-levels and being turned down for training to be a Physiotherapist…..(not bitter and twisted about that anymore!!! :O)   ) so I went on to Wolverhampton Poly….at the end of the first year and one day sitting looking at a dead chick….I decided it wasn’t for me…(although I did enjoy my year….esp the social side and playing rugby)….. ;O)

Wolverhampton Ladies...(2nd from bottom right!)

Wolverhampton Ladies...(2nd from bottom right!)

so I blagged my way into work..computers….I didn’t even know how to switch one on!!!!!! That’s really it…..

The rest is pretty much taken up with having fun….drinking….having fun…..and work

Until my kids came along…..now I have fun in different ways……like the food fight last night which sprung up from no where…;O)

Me & my kids.....

Me & my kids.....

 

Not really sure why I have written this…..I guess when someone close dies it make you think, how well did I know them? There are questions usually left unanswered………I would like my kids to know everything (well nearly everything) about me…..my past….my thoughts (most of them) so I am going to dedicate this to all those people in past and link it to my kids….. Sophie, Athena, Alethea, Shae & Kal….x  I love you all

Mum….x

 

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