When I decided on the ... wait ... why has my font changed ... *Changes font* Yes when I decided on the topic of my blog and the sort of things I wanted to put into it a specific story popped in to my mind. Not sure why this, of all the things we've been through but as a memory it stands out in my mind. You might have already guessed but I thought I would start with the Pillow Thief story.
I'm sure you will remember, we were staying with Dad and his ... lovely girlfriend of the time (I was going to use our nickname for her but then realised anyone could read this and it has my photo on it so I best be nice) Let's just call her PB.
My computer is trying to tell me that I've spelled 'realised' wrong cause I've used an 's' instead of a 'z'. Excuse me laptop but I'm English not American and really you should know that by now.
So yeah we were staying at Dad's and he'd shown us round the flat and into the cupboard in the hall they shared with a neighbour that (Oh apparently neighbour doesn't have a 'u' in - Go away stupid Mozilla languages) they kept spare stuff in. And just before we went to bed Dad shared with us that he only had one pillow for us. I'm a very fussy person when it comes to pillows, in fact I'm kinda fussy when it comes to most things but I really struggle to sleep unless I have enough pillows (I actually take my own on holiday with me if I can). And to be told that one of us could have the ONE pillow and the other had to use sofa cushions!! Freaking sofa cushions!!! Erm ... no Dad this is not appropriate host behaviour. I wasn't pleased but then a thought occurred to me, I had noticed some pillows in the shared cupboard - I asked Dad if we could use them but he said that as they were the neighbour's we couldn't use them. I feel like we didn't really know at that time how bad things with PB were going to get, were things relatively ok at that time?
Well I decided that we needed pillows and this just wasn't going to work - you know that feeling like if you can't sleep properly that night you will just never recover - so after they had gone to bed I sneaked off the sofa and went to the cupboard, only thing was I had to go out of their flat front door which was heavy and noisy. I opened it really slowly and as quietly as possible and then closed it just as slowly behind me - by now my heart was hammering in my chest, I really felt like I was committing a crime - was it a crime? I'm not sure - then I went into the cupboard and took the neighbour's spare pillows. Came back into the flat with equal stealthiness and proud as punch came back into our room to show you. I remember laughing so much with relief and giddiness and saying "oh my god! I'm a pillow thief!"
Then the next morning I got up at 6am and sneaked the pillows back out of the flat. I'm sure the neighbours wouldn't have minded us borrowing their pillows but I still felt so guilty. I think that was really the naughtiest thing I have ever done. I'm such a good girl aren't I?
I'm glad that you were there to share in my naughtiest moment :)