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of her second child Hayley, Jenny stopped working to stay
at home to look after the children, we once again drifted apart. It
wasn ’ t until years later
when Facebook became the thing to do that we caught up with each
other again and we became regular ladies who lunch. And I am
pleased to say that she is still happy with David and they went on
to add another two children to their family and they all live
together, along with Jenny ’ s
mam, who never married again as young as she was, in a huge house
in Hexham.

Endless Love
     
    Back in
Kinsley it was a long boring summer. I had no friends and I just
dreaded September coming when I would once again have to start a
new school. I loved spending time back at my Granny and
Granddad ’ s house, there was
only the 2 of them there now, my aunts and uncles were long gone,
so I had my own bedroom there for whenever I wanted it. The house
was still always bustling, my cousins stayed at varying intervals
and my aunties and uncles and their wives and husbands would always
be popping in. Sundays there remained as always, the whole family
arrived on mass for Sunday tea and the Peter Kay sketch about the
family sitting around the table on emergency chairs always makes me
smile, we did emergency chairs and two or three sittings. All in
all my Granny ’ s house was my
haven, and would remain so for the next 30 years, Hannah Hunter, my
wise and loving Granny would also remain my closest confident and
friend for the stretch of those years too. We had a bond forged at
my birth that was unbreakable, even when I became unlovable, she
managed to hold on to the belief I would turn out all
right.
    That first
day at school was weird. People from Kinsley recognised me, after
all I had been spending my summers at my
Granny ’ s house for years but
I didn ’ t recognise anyone.
Even when they said they went to infant school with me I was
clueless. But overall it wasn ’ t too bad. I think I was an object of curiosity - I was a
townie so to speak and had all the edginess and know-how of a city
dweller- I smoked and I flirted but I also kept the girls on side,
I had trendy coloured hair which none of the girls in my year or
the rest school for that matter had, so we talked hair and makeup
and where the best and cheapest place in Newcastle was to get
clothes. There was no way was I going to be side lined on my own
again. But of course it was all an act, I
didn ’ t really fit in, I was
still different, now because I was street-wise and just a little
bit wild. But I had another three years left at school and I had to
get through it no matter what it took.
    The new
beginning that my mam was hoping for
didn ’ t happen. They were
soon back arguing again, but this time I
didn ’ t have
Jenny ’ s house to go and hide
at, so if I didn ’ t go to my
Granny ’ s I just had to
endure it. The arguments grew more frequent and more violent. There
was often things thrown around, but I just stayed in my bedroom out
of the way. My dad now had a new thing to do at the end of an
argument, he jumped in his car and drove off. I would
hear
    my mam
sobbing downstairs, sometimes I would go down and try and comfort
her, more often than not I would make my way to our small spare
room and sit at the window. I would sit for hours and hours until I
saw the headlights of my dad ’ s car turn around the corner and once I knew he was home
safe I would creep back to my own bed.
    Obviously
these late night vigils had a detrimental effect on my school work.
It was hard enough changing schools but I was also constantly
tired, I was so tired I just started staying off school. I would
get dressed in a morning and leave for school as normal. My dad
left for work at 7 but my mam didn ’ t leave until just before 9 so I would wait at the top of
the street and when she left for work I would let myself in the
house and put my feet up for the day.
    Soon I had
friends popping in to spend the day at mine, I
don ’ t know how