I have wanted to create a blog for some time but have been too lazy to get off my bum and do it. I have always been a prolific journal keeper until a life changing accident 4 months ago.
I managed to smash my elbow into 3 pieces, dislocate it and break my arm, all at the same time. How clever am I! I really don't do things by halves. A nice surgeon called Mr Wilson gave me a plastic one and I am recovering well, back to driving but the writing with a pen is hard. Which leads me neatly to this method of journal keeping.
The Title of my blog says it all really. Its is true, I am a Donut child. For those not in the know that is what they call the building that is GCHQ Cheltenham. My father was RAF before that ,often attending and pretending (to work) then the stuff hit the fan. He spent x amount of weeks of sufferance at Bletchley Park where he underwent a partial lobotomy. They didn't quite manage to assimilate dad completely, for which I am eternally grateful.
The Donut has since affected my life immensely. A fabulous childhood, travelling all over the world followed and somehow my adult life never measured up to all those beautiful beaches, fantastic experiences, like minded people and sense of community.
Last weekend I attended a school reunion in Manchester. I can hear you groaning from here...no honestly! It was a very special reunion. We were nomadic children, moved every two to three years and sometimes that was hard. Despite the fabulous postings we yearned for some roots, some sense of belonging. We were jealous and appalled at the same time at various relatives that had lived on the same street for that last twenty odd years. 'Why couldn't I go to the same school for 6 years' and' how can you be so narrow minded and suburban' were some of the confused thoughts of my teenage years.
I digress, sorry, I have a habit of doing that. Right! back to the reunion. It took 9 months to organize, much like a new life. But this was an old life we were resurrecting, these were the only roots we had and we were determined to pursue them.
We had all half heartedly registered with Friends Reunited and quickly became disillusioned as we posted our personal details and drifted back to our seperate lives. Then Keith, one of our old schoolies joined Facebook. Let me tell you about Keith, he is an anomaly in this sad and jaded world. He always looks on the bright side of life and has buckets of enthusiasm. God that man makes you sick! He dragged us all kicking and screaming onto FB, something we would never have done in a million years. My god our kids are on there! So there it is in cold hard type, FB is responsible (oh and Keith) for pulling us all together for the first time in 28 years.
I know, I know I am probably boring you now but hopefully someone out there will be reading this and really get what I am on about. We have had a marvellous 9 months, post reunion, talking of old times and old faces. Now the day drew near. I was so nervous. Would we actually click or would we disintegrate into little groups and bitch about how fat/sad/drunk people had got?
I need not have worried, for one weekend only in rainy Manchester we managed to get back to that place in our hearts. I won't bore you with the actual reunion details but it was a complete blast to meet so many like minded people. Somehow, we had all managed to wander through life without being too badly scarred/depressed/affected by the world in general. We retained those memories and spoke about them as though they were yesterday. We laughed and cried (erm...me doing the blubbing mostly) and talked of our present lives with renewed enthusiasm and vigour.
But the common ground seemed to be how irrevocably THE DONUT had affected our lives.
Thats all for tonight, I am going to do the hard stuff now, you know the stuff about me, which I hate but needs must.
Muse xI managed to smash my elbow into 3 pieces, dislocate it and break my arm, all at the same time. How clever am I! I really don't do things by halves. A nice surgeon called Mr Wilson gave me a plastic one and I am recovering well, back to driving but the writing with a pen is hard. Which leads me neatly to this method of journal keeping.
The Title of my blog says it all really. Its is true, I am a Donut child. For those not in the know that is what they call the building that is GCHQ Cheltenham. My father was RAF before that ,often attending and pretending (to work) then the stuff hit the fan. He spent x amount of weeks of sufferance at Bletchley Park where he underwent a partial lobotomy. They didn't quite manage to assimilate dad completely, for which I am eternally grateful.
The Donut has since affected my life immensely. A fabulous childhood, travelling all over the world followed and somehow my adult life never measured up to all those beautiful beaches, fantastic experiences, like minded people and sense of community.
Last weekend I attended a school reunion in Manchester. I can hear you groaning from here...no honestly! It was a very special reunion. We were nomadic children, moved every two to three years and sometimes that was hard. Despite the fabulous postings we yearned for some roots, some sense of belonging. We were jealous and appalled at the same time at various relatives that had lived on the same street for that last twenty odd years. 'Why couldn't I go to the same school for 6 years' and' how can you be so narrow minded and suburban' were some of the confused thoughts of my teenage years.
I digress, sorry, I have a habit of doing that. Right! back to the reunion. It took 9 months to organize, much like a new life. But this was an old life we were resurrecting, these were the only roots we had and we were determined to pursue them.
We had all half heartedly registered with Friends Reunited and quickly became disillusioned as we posted our personal details and drifted back to our seperate lives. Then Keith, one of our old schoolies joined Facebook. Let me tell you about Keith, he is an anomaly in this sad and jaded world. He always looks on the bright side of life and has buckets of enthusiasm. God that man makes you sick! He dragged us all kicking and screaming onto FB, something we would never have done in a million years. My god our kids are on there! So there it is in cold hard type, FB is responsible (oh and Keith) for pulling us all together for the first time in 28 years.
I know, I know I am probably boring you now but hopefully someone out there will be reading this and really get what I am on about. We have had a marvellous 9 months, post reunion, talking of old times and old faces. Now the day drew near. I was so nervous. Would we actually click or would we disintegrate into little groups and bitch about how fat/sad/drunk people had got?
I need not have worried, for one weekend only in rainy Manchester we managed to get back to that place in our hearts. I won't bore you with the actual reunion details but it was a complete blast to meet so many like minded people. Somehow, we had all managed to wander through life without being too badly scarred/depressed/affected by the world in general. We retained those memories and spoke about them as though they were yesterday. We laughed and cried (erm...me doing the blubbing mostly) and talked of our present lives with renewed enthusiasm and vigour.
But the common ground seemed to be how irrevocably THE DONUT had affected our lives.
Thats all for tonight, I am going to do the hard stuff now, you know the stuff about me, which I hate but needs must.
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