Inkdrop note taking met full#

I decided to get off the bus a stop early to avoid attention. Valentine’s Day, the day of the school dance. The day I had vowed to stay in the safety of my bed with only my old bears for company. The spoon dropped into the milky cereal and my face went the colour of the envelope. On one side of the card was a smudged lip-print, on the other a message. I opened the envelope – and read the handwritten note on the small card inside. It was definitely not the Doctors! I thought. There was that smell coming from the envelope…it smelt of flowers. The colour of the envelope caught my eye… Pink. The library never sent reminders in envelopes. However, there was a hand written address on the envelope. The name on the envelope was marked quite formally – my name in full, the address was correct too and was date stamped a week in advance. It seemed the obvious choice – It’s a mistake surely, or was it a late library book? – Scouts? No! Travel club? No! Perhaps it was a note from the doctor.

Three other things came to mind, and I thought of each one, discounting each of them in turn.

Christmas had passed, it wasn’t my birthday. This was a surprise! You could arrange your diary by when I got post. “EH?” I sat in amazement at the news, spilling my orange juice. “Letter for Mum, ooh – postcard for Anne-Marie? From her old teacher…” “Mum can I have a look?” – I loved it when Anne-Marie did that. I raised a smile as my hands went for the orange juice. He came into the kitchen, and dished out the pile of letters in a grand manner. Before my fifth year of high school I had thought they were requests from my Uncle Bill – I was told the real reason but still raised a smile at the comic routine that was to come ahead. This was a regular part of the daily routine now, Dad getting mails from ‘BILL’. “I’ll get it!” the call came from the corridor. I heard the postman walk up the path, whistling as he went, and carried on with my cereal. The sound of the milk and cereal in the bowl made a welcome distraction. Had I done my homework? Of course I had, the question was just one of many rolling around for fun in my head. Funny things like what a rotten egg smells like and how a rainbow formed.

Inkdrop note taking met full#

My head was full of facts that morning, why I did not know. By now mum was up and seeing to my little sister getting ready for junior school, bags packed, luncheon money, yes….then there was a break in the conversation. Fumbling with buttons on my shirt and fiddling around with my high school tie, finally fiddling with my shoelaces for the seventh time. I returned to my bedroom and started to get ready for school.

I picked up my toothbrush and scrubbed my teeth. I washed and fumbled for the towel, and saw myself again. I turned the hot water tap and watched the water fill half way, and stared at a dreamy face looking back at me. Beyond the window was the sound of birdsong, happily chirping away since half past five.īleary eyed, I pitter-pattered into the bathroom. This meant half an hour before the morning rush of getting to school, waiting for the bus, avoiding the traffic, and all that other fun stuff that came in an attempt to get to school on time. Then I heard the sound of a key in the front door, and the sound of my dad coming in from the late night shift – you could set your watch by that sound – it was half past six. First, there was the sound of the radio, which I happily turned off with my hand. I woke up to the everyday sounds of family.

The parks and gardens went from a canvas of white to a pallet of pastel colours, the snow was hanging on but the signs were there. Squirrels awakened by the light of spring were scampering around for fresh spoils. The local wildlife was waking up to a new season. The sun was clearing the fog and the birds were returning from their foreign retreats. The flowers were starting to wake up and fresh blossoms appeared on the trees. It had been a harsh winter that year, old Jack Frost had laid his frosty hand on the debris of the previous season and the chill hung in the air.