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The ForNow Book(s)
"It's in Andrea's Room not the ForNow room," I said and off went FSiL to rummage while my friend gave me one of those looks. "What?" I asked.
"What on earth is the ForNow room?" asked my poor deluded friend. "That's where everything goes when it doesn't have a home," I replied "Everyone says 'Oh stick it in there for now' and we have a room full of stuff that has been put 'In There ForNow' so it has to be the ForNow room."
So there you are. But I also have a couple of ForNow boxes and several ForNow Books where I put the pages I have scrapbooked until they can find a permanent home. I said to Mr M this morning "One day I am going to have to take all these pages out of these albums and sort them into their proper places." He nodded and then truned his face slightly to try and stop the grin spreading across it. Too late! I saw it and had to laugh too.
What I really want to tell you about is one of my pages in the ForNow book. It will eventually go into the album about me - the milestones album that I haven't started yet but I have several pages already. This one is the best Christmas present EVER.
This is the receipt for payment from my Dad to Cwmbran School of Motoring for ten driving lessons. The journalling reads:
"This has to be the best Christmas present EVER! The year is 1967 Michael is four months old and my father gave me 10 driving lessons for my Christmas present. It was not universally popular but my then husband would not openly go against my Dad."
I passed my test in freezing fog with ice on the roads and snow frozen into ruts. It was the thing that saved my sanity because I could bundle the children into the car and escape to White Castle or the Forest of Dean where they could run and shout without fear. Finding that receipt in my Dad's box of momentoes was a real blast from the past so it is now secured on its own page in the ForNow book, awaiting transfer..... oneday