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Now, with my mother slaving from 7am until 7pm and coming home with the stink of oil in her hair and her clothes, I went properly off the rails.Loving my absent father for being such a rogue, I wanted to emulate and get close to him.Also, does anyone know how to change your username on here?!Hope to hear from someone soon Hello and welcome to the Netmums Coffeehouse I'm really sorry but you need to repost your message on the local netmums site for this area, as local posts of this kind need to be posted on the local noticeboard of the site they are relevant to.The lovely countryside around the town is in its favour too, as striking now as when the painter John Constable, staying with the local vicar, was taken with it in the 1820s, his picture of the towns old bridge now to be found in the Tate (so maybe your photographer can take some inspiration for his or her images from his particular art). Hello, I'm new here We might be moving to Gillingham and would like to know what it's like to live there with a 3 year old?It has plenty more to make the place stand out too, with a nice omen for the wedding planner too silk, so often vital for the wedding gown, was made here for many years.On the basis that if its good enough for royalty its good enough for you Gillingham has a claim to your attention too, with the Normans establishing a royal hunting forest outside the town, and later the first three Henrys and the infamous King John staying at the hunting lodge.
Also, in case there is an official meetup group running in that area, have a look here: https:// maybe you could get to know some of the ladies who are involved so you know some people when you finally move? A chill skittered over my skin on hearing those words. In the spring of 1962, when I was 15, my father was sentenced at the Old Bailey to three years imprisonment for fraud, embezzlement and misappropriation.This was one of those rare moments when you identify personally with an item of national news and – even rarer - know it to be true. Though he had never achieved any qualifications, he convincingly passed himself off as a tax accountant.When he was found out, he lost a month’s remission but “it was worth it”, he boasted, sliding me a pack of stolen Philip Morris cigarettes, under the noses of the wardens, when I went to visit him in the nick.The fact that, by having his sentence extended, he was condemning my mother and me to another month of poverty and hardship didn’t seem to cross his mind, still less to trouble his conscience.