...for I have sinned

Maybe it's because of my birthday, maybe it's from watching My Name Is Earl but I'm feeling the need to come clean on a couple of things.

First, Helen G. that I used to go to school with.

A few years ago, on another significant birthday you sent me a card (via my old home address). We hadn't kept in touch after school so it was a surprise.

You included your address but I never wrote to you.

Of course, the grown-up me knows that you were a bit mean to me when we were kids because I was the only one that you could be mean to. Even so, I never could bring myself to write back.

I should have.

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When I was forced to go to confession I made up sins to tell the priest. Or Geraldine would make them up for us.

I was 8 or 10 years old, and a total wimpy goody-two-shoes, what possible sins could I confess?

Of course, the nuns would have told me different, as just by saying that I was probably commiting the sin of pride or something and then there is also lying to a priest. It's no wonder I gave up on the whole Catholic thing.

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A few years ago, I worked for a well known international company. The job involved a hellish amount of commuting every day and was a hellish place to work. I called it The Hell Mouth.

Anyway, travelling on public transport every day in Yorkshire meant I got a lot of colds and flu.

The deeply unpleasant people I worked with never believed I was ill, so when-ever I had a cold/flu/chest infection I still had to go to work. I sometimes got their mugs from the cupboard in the kitchen and licked all the way round the rim.