So,
it appears I’ve missed a week. Or two even, I don’t know..
August has been mental. I’ve been so busy, and when I haven’t been busy I’ve been totally knackered.
No. No, sorry, that’s a shit excuse.
Ok, I admit it, I’ve been avoiding this blog, putting off, thinking I’ll do it tomorrow or tomorrow or tomorrow... The best thing about tomorrow is that it never actually arrives.
I’ve done quite well over the past year in telling you all about what I’ve been up to but the moment has arrived where I’ve suddenly realised I’ve been keeping a very public diary and am aware how many people read it. I’m sure that sounds stupid, I mean how have I only just realised?.. But it was like a thunderbolt - I’M KEEPING A DIARY THAT DOESN’T EVER LOCK. There really hasn’t been anything (much) that I’ve not included in these posts, but it has been a properly shit two weeks and writing about it has not been top of the list of things to do. But I’m committed now, so deep breath and here goes...
I found out two weeks ago that a beautiful, intelligent,funny hilarious,
caring, smiley, wonderful friend had passed away. Jen was 26 years old. She spent her all-too-short life caring
for others. She was a mummy to baby Ava,
a nurse to hundreds of NHS patients, a rock to her BFF Jenla and a bloody lovely person for the rest of us to have
spent time with.
One of my favourite times was, as per, on a night out in Manchester. Jen was staying at ours and we were all Canal-bound. Jen in her mile-high stilettos and the rest of us in our Primarni pumps dancing through the night until we all rolled out of Cruz at 6 or 7am. And the next morning, eyelashes half way down her face, ‘good morning, where the fuck am I?’
If I’m honest, I’m not really sure what I believe about the afterlife. But I’d like to think she’s out there somewhere getting up to all sorts of shenanigans, and if not then I hope she’s resting in peace now.
August has been mental. I’ve been so busy, and when I haven’t been busy I’ve been totally knackered.
No. No, sorry, that’s a shit excuse.
Ok, I admit it, I’ve been avoiding this blog, putting off, thinking I’ll do it tomorrow or tomorrow or tomorrow... The best thing about tomorrow is that it never actually arrives.
I’ve done quite well over the past year in telling you all about what I’ve been up to but the moment has arrived where I’ve suddenly realised I’ve been keeping a very public diary and am aware how many people read it. I’m sure that sounds stupid, I mean how have I only just realised?.. But it was like a thunderbolt - I’M KEEPING A DIARY THAT DOESN’T EVER LOCK. There really hasn’t been anything (much) that I’ve not included in these posts, but it has been a properly shit two weeks and writing about it has not been top of the list of things to do. But I’m committed now, so deep breath and here goes...
I found out two weeks ago that a beautiful, intelligent,
One of my favourite times was, as per, on a night out in Manchester. Jen was staying at ours and we were all Canal-bound. Jen in her mile-high stilettos and the rest of us in our Primarni pumps dancing through the night until we all rolled out of Cruz at 6 or 7am. And the next morning, eyelashes half way down her face, ‘good morning, where the fuck am I?’
If I’m honest, I’m not really sure what I believe about the afterlife. But I’d like to think she’s out there somewhere getting up to all sorts of shenanigans, and if not then I hope she’s resting in peace now.
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| Jennifer Murphy 02/10/1985 - 12/08/2012 |
Normal service resumes later this week.
Until then,
Bren x
♥
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