post twenty two - life's a beach

How brilliant was the weather this weekend?
Even in usually rainy Wales the sun shone constantly, so a big group of us headed onto Ynys Mon (Anglesey for the English amongst us) for a BBQ on the beach. We stayed there until well into the night, and it didn't really get cold at all.



... and I bought a date along... :-) .... which was great being in a big group of friends, kept it informal enough, and I did feel brave enough to jump on his back when we went swimming in the sea... and he didn't drop me!

... until I said 'put me down'...

Hope everyone else had a good weekend too! x

post twenty one - watch the language

In the style of Bridget Jones....


FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!


hahaha I forgot my fucking prompt cards and had to do the whole fucking thing from memory.

If I wasn't hyper and in a strangely good mood I would be worried.

I think it went ok. Oh well, the Spanish one is the same time next week.

post twenty - panic

It's exam time.

At one o'clock tomorrow I have a French Oral exam. On the British Education System, past and present.

I am so screwed.

post nineteen - little old man

A little old man came up to me in Halfords today, and asked me firstly what an Ipod was, and secondly what a 'blog' was.

I tried to explain, but I don't think he really understood. Especially as he didn't know what the internet was. Apparently he read it in the newspaper this morning.

He said he was going to ask his grandchildren, and then get back to me.

.... I'm waiting with baited breath.

post eighteen - home sweet home

Ah.... I'm home. In Glastonbury with the mother.

WITHOUT TICKETS.

It's a bit of a sore subject at the moment. Everyone is going.... except me. And the fact that I live in Glastonbury just rubs it in. Booooooo.

And I also am back in my receptionist job at the lawyers. Same clients, same attitude problems.
I could go on a massive rant about them, but, I'm still annoyed about the tickets.

Oh well, enjoy Shirley Bassey without me. I shall watch from the comfort of my own living room, with a clean bathroom that I'm not sharing with 150,000 other people...

... it is of little comfort.