Life, Milestone
21 April Sunday Sometimes I doubted if I'd make it to 18. Sometimes I'd hoped I wouldn't. But here I am. 18. At the luncheon Gran had for me, Grandpapa decided it was the right time to tell me, in no uncertain terms, that he felt a gap year is a mistake. I plan to prove him wrong. Annie asked how my therapy was going and then asked how much of my 'issue' was a 'mummy' thing, how much was a 'crown' thing and how much was 'unmentionable.' I knwo she was being funny but mentioning 'unmentionables' felt a bit too close and also a bit on the nose - mentioning 'unmentionables'. Tomorrow, Mummy and I are visiting a shelter.