Its Good Friday, going on Saturday...  

rm_enjoyingit74 42M
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4/14/2006 7:15 am

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4/28/2006 11:55 pm

Its Good Friday, going on Saturday...


I was lying next to my 3 year old daughter tonite waiting for her to go to sleep and studying the detail in the ceiling rose in the bedroom she shares with her brother and it for some reason got me thinking about the house I grew up in and the bedroom I shared with my brother from the time he was born until I moved out of home at 16-17 or so, I can't recall exactly when now, probably just turned 17...
Anyway, it was a high ceilinged square room in the edwardian style red-brick place I grew up in (even had a couple of terracotta gargoyles on the roof, it did. was one of my favourite places to hide, when I was younger. I would climb the tree by my parents bedroom window and climb up and rest my back against the chimney, talk to the gargoyle and escape from the unhappy lower middle-class drudgery of my earlier years.

Oh, the bedroom Shit, I get distracted easily. Now, as well as being square, it had bright red carpet, with a hole about the size of say a saucer, burnt into it by my brother when he went thru his pyro phase, a tall, narrow sash window, looking out onto the next door neighbours fence, two old single wooden beds (which, ironically, my kids are now sleeping in too- my son in my old bed and my daughter in my brother's)
And a strnge, tall, narrow and shallow wardrobe type thing that had no doors, as they had fallen off I can't remember when or how, that house kind of a study desk at my last recollection of it as well as an extensive collection of porno mags, which I had systematically stolen from the newsagent I used to have an evening paper round with some years earlier, hidden under the lip at the top.
Oh yes, and wallpaper that my mum has put up while she was pregnant with me, apparently- which I recall as being covered in drawings of vintage cars, accessories and badges of the makes- Buicks and Oldsmobiles and other names I don't remember, except they were all from the 1920's and 1930's. I never tired of that wallpaper, even though I was never really into cars. Tnat room was my refuge, my playroom, my fortress, my sick room, my hell of adolescent angst, the room whre, as my bed ran underneath the window, used to lay with head out on the sill on those horrendous hot nites, trying to cool myself enough to sleep.
Hmm, last I heard, that room was converted into a huge bathroom by the people who bought it after my parents had to sell it, a few years after I moved of home- apprently, whre my bed had worn permanent dents in the carpet once stood, is now a massive corner spa!
I thoguth a lot more about that house tonight and the jury is still out on wheter the happy memories I have of that place outnumbe the less happy ones, but that, mny dear blog-fans, will have to wait unti l another time

rm_MustangD6644 51M
1031 posts
4/28/2006 5:54 pm

So did the gargoyle have a name?

Mustang

Glad to hear that you at least have access to your kids, I dont at the moment and it SUX.

Mustang


rm_enjoyingit74 replies on 4/28/2006 11:31 pm:
Lol! No, no name for the gargoyle. Sorry to hear about your kids. That truly does suck. Thinking of u brother

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