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Finishing off Thursdays entry

by Hayley
(Birmingham)

As planned, here is the end of Thursdays entry, this time with no leg pulling or fighting anyone for the best sweets! I got to the point where my mother was giving me a hard time for some reason, that even to this day I have yet to fathom out. It was the year I first travelled abroad with my family, and they were still blissfully unaware that they would be placing me in danger when they left me alone with my brother. After the hard time I suffered at the hands of my mother, and being able to hide the bed wetting for such a long time, the day finally arrived when we went to Portugal. I was really excited, though not happy at having to get dressed up. Getting up at a stupid hour in the morning to be at Birmingham International Airport for 5am didn't bother me even though it was too early to eat. Things were going great, and myself and my brother were playing Top Trumps on the plane. I was struck by a sudden dose of travel sickness about half an hour from Faro Airport which while embarrassing and distressing did have its advantages. It meant I could be pushed around on the luggage trolley by my dad. I got some grief for starting to cry after passing out, being accused of showing off which was more than a little erroneous, and I got yelled at as I was persistently yammering on about going swimming the day after.

The abuse didn't really start straight away, it was more a gradual thing as me and my brother shared a room. He didn't touch me thankfully, but he touched himself, even releasing himself. I didn't know what to think, and despite feeling decidedly lousy, was actually grateful for a severe dose of the runs mid way through our holiday. At least he left me alone for a bit.

Again I don't have much time so I had better buzz off. I have a whole weekend od soccer to watch. My furry companions were very well behaved on thursday, so they can watch Euro 2008 games all weekend. they're only teddies, but they're my babies and very cute.

I'll be back on monday when I've had a vaccination at the doctors. See you soon

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