The memories

Tom,
I've known you since year seven, when I walked home with you and Chris, and I remember that the pair of you made me laugh a lot!


I wrote that from memory, almost word for word on Thursday, when I began my passage in Tom's memories book. It was the last time we'll ever walk home together (I still find that difficult to believe) and I took the opportunity to ask him to write in mine; he let me return the favour. We were sat next to eachother on the wall that surrounds the local pub, busily writing away. I only peered up to see Katie join us.

That was on Thursday; yesterday we left for real.

Why my leg hurts...

This morning I was surprised to receive a text from Tom, asking about science table meeting up later on. Eventually it was decided to go to Pomphrey Hill (again) and Em and Georgina were invited to make up the numbers, since Chelsea was busy and Chris Donati is on holiday. In the end only Rosie could come in addition to Tom, his sister Katie, Em, Georgina and I, but it was still good.



Apart from the awkward silences.

We played a lot of games including frisbee, rounders and football; I got 2 rounders as well as scoring a goal against Tom! Played manhunt after that (basically hide'n'seek) and got a few cuts and scratches from the trees, which were far spikier than they appeared (this is why my leg still hurts, about 8 hours later!). Rosie's friend Izzy came soon after that, but Georgina had leave, so Em and I went with her and wandered home in the afternoon sun. And it was 3:33.