Alice Formby

This blog post is a bit different to my usual rants I have. It might not work because usually I'm not a very emotional person. But today has been a strange day.

I got up at 1.30 because last night I was dancing the night away which the cool kids of Wigan! I woke up without a hangover which was a blessing! Then again I didn't get to drunk last night. Lux is completely different when your not completely wasted.

Moving on... I got up and made myself some carbinara (dunno if thats the right spelling but aww well). Then I thought I'd do something productive and walk the dog.

Now usually I take my dog to Orrell. But its boring there after you visit it to many times. So I thought I'd go somewhere else. I decided to go to a place called Lydiate... in Merseyside... on the way to Southport. Its a place where my Gran lived all her life. Its a dead nice place. Just contryside for miles and miles. I decided to walk Tina on this field behind a house called Sunnyfields... a house my Gran lived in, and a place my mum, aunties and uncles grew up it. My Grandad built the house in the 1950s I think. It's one of the nicest house's I've every seen.

I sat on the field for a bit and had a few ciggies whilst Tina wondered around. It was weird sitting there thinking all the memories I had of this area. And all the memories my mum would have. I always hear stories from my family about things that happened which they lived at Sunnyfields, and it was weird to see the results of the stories I've been told. For example... Sunnyfields apparently got strook by lightening when my mum was a teenager, and to this day you can see the different coloured tiles on the roof where they must have had to fix the damage caused.

I miss my Gran. She was one of those people who played such a big part in your life. She died 5 years ago... on the day before my birthday. I'm not a religious person. Don't get my wrong I'm not completely against the idea there was never a God, but I don't believe I'm a true Catholic. That's why I never pray. Because I feel if I prayed to God for help with something I would kinda being a bit selfish the fact I'm asking for help from a religion I don't think is fair or truely moral. But my Gran is someone I talk to, and someone I used to be able to talk to. Thats why I miss her so much.

I then visited her grave and bought a sunflower from a flower shop on route, for her grave. She liked sunflowers.

Then I realised at this point Tina was dying for a drink of water so I thought it was best to set off home.

The weather made today a pleasant day aswell. Driving down country roads with both windows down listening to Rufus Wainwright... I couldn't ask for anything more.

God that probably bord the crap out of you lol.

Love you Gran x