Topcat has asked me to blog on her behalf in case she can't break into an unprotected wireless neighbour up at the MILs. I must say it's an honour...
So there's a standing joke amongst me, Topcat and Rex, called Outcast Sister. Around 18 years ago, we were all living together with mum and our lil bro, the stepfather sui*cide crisis was still fresh and none of us were coping particularly well. (As an aside, me and Rex are twins as you know, and were always extremely close growing up to the point of ostracising all and sundry in our path, and unfortunately poor little Topcat bore the brunt of that. We were brutal, horrible to her, it's the one thing in my life that I am most ashamed of.) Anyway, me and Rex were fighting ALOT around this time (perhaps could have had something to do with the fact of us freshly moving back in with the mother and sharing a bedroom which provided us with an inch of privacy between us). SO, one day after work Rex decides to spontaneously to go and see a Depeche Mode concert and gets hold of Topcat (back in those days no mobile (cell) phones) but couldn't get hold of me so they just bugger off to this concert without me. I make the 2 hour journey home by public transport only to find that I was totally the outcast sister. The bastards had left me behind, to deal with the little boy lost and the drunk wonder.
I was FUMING!
Shit am in an airport lounge and have just been called to the plane. Gotta speed this up.
My point is, the sisters joked about this for years, still joke about it. I can now take the joke (come on, it has been 18 years after all). But Topcat was the outcast sister for around 20 years before that.
How sorry I am my sweet...
How much I missed..
How much I'm loving making up for it now...
Hoe much I look forward to all of our futures together.