Ramblings of a madwoman

Having done some maths I’ve realised it was about 11 years ago that I last dislocated my knee. (I did it twice in about 18 months, I am SO clever). During those times I learnt a lot of ways to get myself around and do day to day things under the circumstances. I am having to relearn these.

However, some bring their own amusements. I thought I’d share one.

Without going into details, theI am an only child. I also won’t go into what this meant to my life right now - though it did have a huge impact on me – but I am so happy I want to share this…

I grew up with the family of friends of my parents. We lived about an hour’s drive away but we took family holidays together, weekends away, spent every Christmas together, most birthdays and lots of times in between. In short, this other family are our family, and D and A are like a sister and brother to me.

There is only 6 months age difference between D and I, and I found out a month or so ago that she is pregnant. She has wanted to be a mother for so long and I was so happy for her, that I spent most of the evening I found out crying, but in the absolute best possible way.

So, I am going to be an auntie. A lot of people don’t get how I can say that as there is no shared blood, but that matters not. I AM going to be an auntie. I am going to have a little niece or nephew, and even though they live much further away now, I am going to dote on the little thing.

And I have just seen a copy of their first scan picture and I am sitting at work, unable to turn away from my desk because I am crying again.

So. Damn. Happy.

So there is this awesome kid, 17 years old, who has started a charity to re-build Croydon. He’s met with local press, met with the Reeves family and got 1000’s of people behind him online already, including other businesses in the area that were more fortunate. He has more than 33,000 likes to the page on FaceBook.

He’s proving that the majority of teenagers are good citizens and he’s helping lead the way for Croydon to start repairing itself.

He had said earlier today that he was going to be at Reeves Corner between 5 and 6 to meet anyone that wanted to come and meet him and find out more. Then he re-posted later saying that he would be there between 3 and 4 because his mum wouldn’t let him stay out any later in case there was any more trouble. I love three things about this; 1, it’s just too cute and adorable and made me laugh; 2, he has the kind of parents that care that he is out when there might be trouble. I think this explains why he is the kind of lad that works his nuts off to set up a charity in three days rather than going out looting; and 3, he actually listened to his mum and did as she asked him to and wasn’t even ashamed to post to 33,000 people that that’s why he wouldn’t be there.

I’m following his website and the Facebook page to see what I can do in the future. I don’t have the money to donate, but I have time and I’m a capable grafter, so we’ll see. I’ve already signed up to the council’s list of rebuilding volunteers and should find out soon what their plans are and how we can start to rebuild and repair ourselves.

Do we remember mention of a secret crush? Well, I managed to put down secret crush and not think about him for ages. But we have certain things in common, and because he thought I might be interested he has just emailed me about one of them. It’s long email and he’s all clever and interesting in it. The main reason I crush him so badly is that he is clever and interesting. And he is clever and interesting in subjects that I studied which makes it worse.

And it’s not even the only time, oh no.

No, crazy Jooles has developed other crushes based entirely on people’s minds. I get kinda turned on by people being clever at me. But then I turn into gibbering idiot and lose ability to speak, let alone form any sort of coherent sentence. But it’s the stupid clever people, the ones who are a ton more clever than me. Which he is.

Dammit.

What the frick is wrong with me?

*headdesk*

….um point to note…should I ever be having an intelligent conversation with you, this does not mean I am picturing you naked. Of course it doesn’t mean that I’m not, but that’s different story….