MY FAMILY |
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my parents and bro |
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| my family consists
of my mother (Lynda), father (peter), brother (Andrew) and
me.
I could moan on and on about where my parents live etc but that's boring, and to be honest I can't be arsed to. my brother is 25, lives in London and works for a council run by those bastards labour. but at least he gets paid shit loads so he can't complain. my mother has just finished a degree in art and textiles, during this course she done work experience for zanra Rhodes ( the queen of 70's punk fashion designing). she hopes to move top London to find work in the fashion industry. my father is a very stern man, we don't talk much. not because we don't like each other, it's just he's not a very talkative man. through out my life he has took pride in saying the phrase "I told you so". dad if you ever read this, I know you were right about everything and I was wrong, happy? |
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my boyfriend and his family |
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| I don't live with my
family anymore, I moved out when I was 15 yrs old, I now have an adopted
family in the form of my boyfriend's parents and sister. I live with
them in Berkshire (its near London).
I have lived with my boyfriend john and his family for nearly 2 yrs now. we hope to get a place of our own soon though. my boyfriend is 27 yrs old and is going through a divorce at the moment ( yeah, I know dad, I really know how to pick them) anyway, I love him and that's all that matters. he's into the same sort of stuff I am, except he hates my cat obi.
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my step-children to be |
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| seen as my boyfriend
and I are engaged, that means that one day, I will be a step-mam to his
two children.
Tim is 8 yrs old and obsessed with pokemon. it drives me insane most of the time, but I have to admit that I have been found playing it on his game boy and refusing to give it back. Sophie is 4 yrs old. she's a bit of a daddy's girl at the moment. she generally does whatever Tim does and follows both Tim and john round like a shadow. she does have her own little distinct personally, she is very shy when it comes to strangers, but if she knows you she'll tell you endless stories of what she has been doing, and always brings her talking Winnie the pooh bear round and refuses to sleep without it. so at 4 am in the morning (or some stupid time like that) she rolls over and sets the damn thing off talking. |
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