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If you ever have trouble persuading your children to join you on a jolly across the channel to collect some cheap booze, then I have the answer. At least, my eleven year old self does.
It’s in this week’s transcribed entry of the diary I started in 1994. (Yes, I know, it’s embarrassing. But I’ve started now and it’s too late to back out.)
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25th October 1994
Dear Diary,
I’m having a brilliant time with Aunty Jane and Uncle Alan. Today (my cousin) Helena took me on a ride on Raffy the pony and then we went to the shops. Helena said I could buy what I wanted so I bought an extra large bag of crisps!!!
Since we’ve been here I’ve done lots of horseriding and I’m now VERY good at it. Raffy even tried to throw me off but wonderful old me stayed on.
I can’t wait until tomorrow though because…. WE’RE GOING TO FRANCE!!!
We’re only going for the day so Alan can stock up his fridge – though I don’t see why he can’t buy stuff here because they have a Sainsbury’s down the road. Anyway, I hope we don’t spend all day shopping…BORING!!!
Got to go now because I have to get my beauty sleep before the big trip.
Love,
Molly
XOXO
You can only have one mum as far as I am concerned and I am she! love ma x
You are indeed x
Brilliant! I wrote a diary for years when I was that age. Unfortunately I wrote it all in a secret language and I haven’t got a clue what any of it says, which is probably just as well 😀
That’s a shame – there could be some nuggets of blog content in there!
I’ve decided I’d quite like you as my daughter!
Daughter of a tree climbing mum who’s willing to let their children give them a makeover? Wouldn’t be so bad…