graffiti

The writing’s on the wall

In purple marker, scrawled in messy writing

By a girl who drank before she wrote her words

‘David is a dick’, in a sloping line.

She maybe cried as she perched upon the seat,

Feeling like a tragic maid in her party clothes.

Those words, they sing to me, in my sober haze,

That hurt that burnt the edges of her heart

May well have soothed by now, by another man,

But she has left her permanent mark,

Her anger poured out through the ink,

Her girlfriend speaking words of wisdom through

The gap within the door. She knows it hurts,

We all know that, but it will pass I think

As I add my own words to the chipboard wall.

I love reading graffiti that has been left behind before me. Most people see it as vandalism but I see it as people adding layers of stories to something that would otherwise remain pristine and bland.

When we visit Thorpe Park I see so many people who have left behind their Instagram and Twitter handles on the walls where we queue. I’m always tempted to look them up and see what they are like. I find it kind of cool that we can actually see people who have been in the places that we have been.

And then there is the old school scrawl on bathroom doors that claim Becky and David are going to be together 4eva. I sit and read them and wonder if these people are still together. For all I know they may not even be alive anymore. Our lives have just intersected in that one bathroom and then they carry on.

It’s probably a bit of a weird thing that I find so interesting but it’s a bit of modern day history going on right before our eyes. That bathroom door may end up in a museum one day and people will marvel at the scrawlings of us primitive humans that lived in 2021.

Much Love

Rachel xx

where have those ten years gone?

The passing of a month, a year, or decades can

Happen in the flutter of an eye.

Time will never wait or even slow for you,

So grip those precious seconds with

Hands that aged, wrinkled, paper thin,

You’ll need your strength within those bones

To tackle life, a journey bound

To knock the air and wrap you in a hug.

Can you bloody believe it that Kate and William have been married for ten years? It feels like that time has passed in the blink of an eye. And they have brought three really beautiful children into the world and they are so perfect it makes me want to vomit a little bit in my mouth.

I am joking, of course; I love Will and Kate so much and I personally think that they are a credit to the royal family. Plus, I have such fond memories of that day.

I just happened to be working at the head office of the supermarket chain that I was working for so I was entitled to the day off to watch the wedding. I remember the weather being beautiful that week and we had a whole bunch of bank holidays so it just felt magical.

I was drinking at the time and I started at midday so I feel like the afternoon was a bit of a blur but it still felt fun. Noah was in Year R so we made him and his friend pink milkshake and poured it into plastic champagne flutes so that they could toast the happy couple.

I still look at the photos of that day and marvel at how beautiful she was (and let’s face it, she still is). I feel like we need another big royal wedding soon. Prince George needs to hurry up and grow up so that we can have another day off for his wedding to a gorgeous girl he’s picked up at uni.

Much Love

Rachel

where have those ten years gone?

The passing of a month, a year, or decades can

Happen in the flutter of an eye.

Time will never wait or even slow for you,

So grip those precious seconds with

Hands that aged, wrinkled, paper thin,

You’ll need your strength within those bones

To tackle life, a journey bound

To knock the air and wrap you in a hug.

Can you bloody believe it that Kate and William have been married for ten years? It feels like that time has passed in the blink of an eye. And they have brought three really beautiful children into the world and they are so perfect it makes me want to vomit a little bit in my mouth.

I am joking, of course; I love Will and Kate so much and I personally think that they are a credit to the royal family. Plus, I have such fond memories of that day.

I just happened to be working at the head office of the supermarket chain that I was working for so I was entitled to the day off to watch the wedding. I remember the weather being beautiful that week and we had a whole bunch of bank holidays so it just felt magical.

I was drinking at the time and I started at midday so I feel like the afternoon was a bit of a blur but it still felt fun. Noah was in Year R so we made him and his friend pink milkshake and poured it into plastic champagne flutes so that they could toast the happy couple.

I still look at the photos of that day and marvel at how beautiful she was (and let’s face it, she still is). I feel like we need another big royal wedding soon. Prince George needs to hurry up and grow up so that we can have another day off for his wedding to a gorgeous girl he’s picked up at uni.

Much Love

Rachel

mum, i think i’m gay….

You’re love no matter what, dear son,

I’ve watched you grow into a man,

I’ve fed and clothed and washed out bloody knees.

How could it be possible to turn that rooted love

Into something festering and hateful too,

Just because of who you love?

My son came to me after several days of being really down, and he told me that he thinks he might be gay. He had been down because he was worried about how I would react and the more I think about it, the more I wonder whether there is a correct way to react.

My initial reaction was a bit of surprise. He’s not a rough and tumble boy, but he’s also not camp, so it wasn’t ‘expected’. But then I very quickly went into a very flippant attitude.

I’m open to anyone loving whoever they want. I strongly believe that we’re all on a bit of a sliding scale. I think we’d be lying to ourselves if we said that we have never felt something for someone of the same sex, no matter how fleeting.

So I kind of just smiled and shrugged and said that I really don’t mind. Which is the truth. But is it what he wanted to hear? He had obviously built it up in his head and I don’t know if my attitude would have seemed a bit flat.

It did remind of the time I told my mum that I was pregnant with him and that fear I felt before I did it. Her reaction was perfect, but who knows how you’re supposed to do these things. I guess this has just taught me that we just have to try the best we can and give each other the love and support that we’d want if we were in the same situation.

Much Love

Rachel xx