I can’t believe the year it’s been, I feel as if I’ve run a marathon of a year. But the thing about time is that it just keeps on going. My main worry at the moment is Jed, I don’t know how we’re going to manage to get him back here so that he can do his A Levels, it’s such a shame, he worked so hard and did so well, but I don’t suppose you ever get everything you want.
I’m really impressed with Mum, she ignored what I said and went round to speak to Jed’s Dad, or at least, she tried. He told her to “Fuck off and mind her own business.” Mum said, “the man is an ape, no, that’s an insult to apes,” I cracked up; she was in a real temper. She said that he behaved like an idiot and that “people like that shouldn’t be allowed children.” She’s not wrong there. I had assumed that Steve had gone with her but she didn’t take him, I think she thought if she turned up with a man it would enrage Jed’s Dad further.
I told Mum about the situation with Jed and asked her if there was anything that we could do. I meant could we put him up, but she said straight away that we couldn’t, we didn’t have the space and anyway it was a bad idea. When I asked her why it was a bad idea, she said that he wasn’t our responsibility and she couldn’t take on the commitment – commitment, he wouldn’t be much of a commitment, he’s quite self-sufficient. She said that she would go round and see if she could talk to Jed’s Dad about it, but I said that maybe that wasn’t the best idea. I don’t want him to lose his temper with Mum.
Swan again, it’s a good job I don’t buy clothes, make up and magazines out of
my pocket money, or I’d have no money left for going to the Swan, as it is, I haven’t bought a book in months and am really fed up with my book collection at the moment. But at least Mum has got used to me going out and doesn’t question me about where I’m going at the weekend. Although Claire has made a couple of cracks – she thinks that if I can go out on a Friday and Saturday nights and not study then I’ve got time for the washing up. I told her that she ought to get her own life, rather than worry about mine. She told me to piss off – so articulate. More studying with Imogen today, the mocks start tomorrow – some days it’s not too bad, we just seem to get on, have a bit of a laugh and before you know it, have done a couple of hours revising, other times, it’s a hard slog and the minutes tick past as you realise that you haven’t absorbed anything at all. On top of all this, it’s Uncle Angus’s operation tomorrow, I’m going to see him after school. I’ll wait with him until Mum is finished at work. Claire and Andrew aren’t going to go, Mum said that it might be too much if they all came too and they weren’t bothered anyway.
Went to see Uncle Angus this morning, he was still moaning, he is able to have his hip operation in a couple of days, apparently, you normally have to wait, but because his break was bad, it doesn’t seem worth fixing it and then replacing his hip. I really enjoyed seeing him, even though he was moaning, but I kept thinking of last night. We had a great time, Imogen was really sparky and funny, Matt was pleased to see me and was quite cuddly and attentive, which is sometimes annoying, but I liked it last night. Even Jed turned up in an almost normal frame of mind and got into our rounds (he normally insists on just buying his and not buying for anyone else or having them buy for him). He seemed quite relaxed, as if his telling us
about his sister had taken a burden off him – but maybe it was me doing the usual and thinking too deeply rather than thinking he may just have been having a good time. Imogen and I had the birthday discussion – she wanted me to have a full-blown party, but I really didn’t want to, I don’t know that many people well enough, or like them enough to invite them to a party. I wanted to just have a little get together, but by the end of the night it was decided that there would be a party at Imogen’s and she would be in charge of the guest list, not only that, but she’s decided that the party will be held on the 14th which is not the weekend closest to my birthday, but in fact Valentines Day . . . Today, this is really worrying me.
Off to the Swan tonight, I’m looking forward to it, I haven’t seen Matt all week, we just seem to have managed to miss bumping into each other and when I phoned him, he wasn’t in. Imogen says that she wants to start making plans for my birthday. . . I bet she’s got some terrible idea up her sleeve.
Uncle Angus has been taken to hospital, he fell over and broke his hip. I couldn’t believe it, as he thinks that’s what old people do, and then I realised, he is an old person. He is spitting feathers, moaning about being in hospital, moaning about his liberty being taken away and moaning about the fact he has to have a replacement hip – “it’s an outrage”, he keeps raging. “They’ll mend, they’ll mend. But the nurses really like him and flatter and coax him, which seems to both annoy and enchant him – what a sap. I’m just really glad he’s moaning, otherwise I would be worried. Of course this has set mum off on one of her worries about him and wondering whether he’s all right on his own and that sort of thing. But I told her, if she thinks she’s going to shift Uncle Angus, she’d better think again.
More studying, Imogen says that her head is going fizzy, mine’s about to
Somehow or other, Imogen talked me into going round to Jed’s tonight. He was in, but didn’t ask us in, instead he told us to wait a minute and shut the door. After about five minutes of us looking like idiots at his front door, he came out with his coat. He had a black eye and as we were walking along (going nowhere in particular) I asked him how that happened. He just rubbed it and said “Just me Dad”. Just me Dad? “Your Dad belted you?” I asked him really shocked and he said. “Yeah, but don’t worry about it, I hit him back.” – Blimey. Anyway, we ended up in one of those little kids parks and sat on the
swings like a bunch of idiots. Imogen just barged on in with – “why have you been excluded then?” He said “well” and then spent ages thinking about it, then he said that he reckoned it wasn’t anywhere near as exciting as the rumours that were spreading. Apparently, Mr Harris, who is an English teacher had noticed Jed lurking about instead of being in his English class, he’d gone out to fetch him in, but Jed wasn’t ready to go and told him to F off, then Mr Harris had tried to persuade him, but Jed wasn’t having any of it. Then he said that he wished Jed was more like his sister, then Jed went mental and threatened to hit him and then the head got involved and Jed was excluded. Imogen said that she didn’t even know that Jed had a sister and Jed told us that he did and that she used to go to the school but she didn’t anymore. When Imogen asked him why he said that she lived with his nan. We didn’t know where his nan lived or anything, Jed said that she lived about thirty miles away, but that he didn’t see her very often because it was difficult for him to visit her and she never came to visit him. Then Imogen steamed in and asked why she lived with his Nan, but he just said “me Dad and that.” I think Imogen was going to press him, but I grabbed her arm and she looked at me and kept quiet. This was the most information we had ever had about Jed and he clearly wasn’t comfortable spilling his guts so it was best not to push him. After that we talked about stupid stuff and I cracked a joke about some of the rumours about him, he really cracked up when I told him the one about him snogging a boy. He held onto the swing, threw his head back and laughed from the bottom of his belly, it was infectious and we all started laughing really hard, but I couldn’t help noticing that it made his black eye glow and throb.
No sign of Jed last night, it was quite a quiet night, luckily, Steve didn’t turn up either. Matt and I had quite a good chat while Imogen entertained the idiots at the bar. Matt said that he’d heard that Jed had forced some young boy to snog him – I really can’t believe that rumour. I told Matt that I wanted to concentrate on doing some studying and he said that it was fine with him and we’d just see each other at the weekends. I can’t believe how easy it is to have a conversation with him and trust him about things. I have no worries that he’ll go off with someone else or any of that crap. In fact, I wouldn’t have even thought of it if Claire hadn’t left one of her stupid magazines about with those terrible problem pages with some idiot worrying that her “fella” was “going to get off with another girl” because
she had a part time job.
What a sap.
Did some more studying today, I am a sad swot and have done a studying timetable!!