Well, I decided to take my hibernation at an interesting time this year. I'm sorry that I have been away. I have many things to tell you, many things to say, so this is gonna be a long'un, because I haven't updated in a month or so. Yay.

To tell you the truth, I am currently going through my hotmail inbox, deleting everything. At 97 pages long, it was getting a bit too much. It needs a regular clearout because, although it is the email I use for facebook and MSN, it is the email that I get all my junk sent to. I need to set up a sensible email account for sensible things/ after uni. Gmail here I come. Maybe. I do have a gmail account, but rarely use it, even if the address is thepangalacticgargleblaster. Plain old pangalacticgargleblaster was, sadly, taken, hence the 'the' at the start of my name.

I think I'll check it now.

Turns out for some reason I can't access my account. I'll have to set up another one. Darn.

Anyway, I have good news and bad news, and I think that I'll start with the latter to get it out of the way.

My gran has been taken into hospital after having a stroke in the pons area of the brain. The pons area is actually in the brain stem, and it is kinda like the electrical junction box to the brain. So, as most strokes will either affect the left or the right side of the brain (and thus the opposite side of the body), this has affected the entire brain. My gran, as a result, can't move well (she can't walk), eat well, speak well and see well. Thankfully there aren't signs of a relapse, and she's recovered thus far on her own quite well, so she will be put into a Rehabilitation Unit at the Kent and Sussex Hospital, Tunbridge Wells, Kent, and hopefully she will get back to normal again. Only downside is that this has made me really mopey and unmotivated and as such I have not been feeling up to attending lectures and I have gone to socials, but I have been all meh and cold-shouldery to my friends, which I don't want to be, at all, but I tryto put on a brave face and be chipper, but it can get hard at times.

I need to go stir stew.

Done. Also whilst I was writing my lament, I created a new googlemail account. My new, sensible and for important things outside of uni account is lyn.haskell@googlemail.com. Simples. *meerkat squeak*

(52 pages of emails to get through with my hotmail account.)

One person, though, who has been amazing with me whilst I have been mopey and moody and poor (yeah, I ran out of money, but it's payday tomorrow) and not a very nice person has been Isaac! yay! Superman. He's just been there for me and given me hugs and a shoulder to cry on (literally and several times), and his pillows and duvets...I didn't mean to get them wet, but it's hard when you're all weepy. I hope he knows that I will do the same for him and that I haven't thanked him enough and I am sorry for being all meh around you (and don't tell me that I don't need to apologise). But yay! I am happy.

I also want to thank Nicky and Becca and Luke and Jonny and Chares (though most of them don't read this) for helping me out with prayers and everything. Everything should be getting better from here on in. :) Thanks guys for putting up with me being all blargh and sad.

Speaking of Isaac, who is American, a very American thing I will be doing this Thursday, with Isaac, will be going to The Bridge at Topsham for a free Thanksgiving Dinner, which I am really looking forward to. I'm sure it will be fantastic, and it's also my first ever Thanksgiving! Yay!

I have spent the past five minutes customising my googlemail account. It is now blue and pretty.

Church has been going well (yup, tangent). I have been attending Confirmation classes and I hope to be confirmed either in Crediton in early March, or later at the Cathedral on Easter Eve. I'm not sure which one we'll be doing yet. I am learning a lot about faith and the Bible, very very quickly. Remember I didn't do the church thing at all, much, when I was growing up, and it's only since last year that I started going to Sunday services. I'm trying. Bear with me people.

(Eek, just clicked on Google Maps by accident at the top of the page, thank goodness from saved drafts in LJ!)

I've read a Luke, and I've started to read Mark, then I got distracted by Isaiah, and now I'm reading Mark and Isaiah. It's actually a lot more enjoyable than I've given it credit for. I had my last class on Sunday, when I got a Catechism (not a cataclysm like I thought Charles first said), and I had hot elderflower and carrot cake in front of the fire at Charles and Felicity's (after another amazing dinner made by Felicity and a previous walk).

Continuing in the vein of churches, I will be the first acolyte for the Advent Service this Sunday, which I am looking forward to, because it is pretty and candlelit and all I have to do is stand there being pretty holding a candle (much like Nicky will be doing as second acolyte - go brunettes with glasses!). We have a rehearsal on Friday at 5 and we will be decorating the wreath afterwards. We will so make it look ten times more awesome this year than last year's was! :D

(Sweet! Googlemail also means that I can use Googledocs! My essay worries may actually have been solved!)

Still on the faith road, I have started to attend a Performance and Drama in Worship workshop/social thing/drama class that Kristen is doing as her ministry whilst she's in her Lay Pastoral Worker role with the university (at least I think that is correct). I am, thus far, the only non-drama student participating, and thus my acting is a bit wooden and utter fail, but I think we'll get there in the end. The only experience I have had of acting is GCSE Drama, the local pantomime society (usually as a ghost/chorus girl) and dance (ballet when I was about four and jazz/contemporary when I was about 12-15). As we're all quite friendly in the group, I think that we will be able to give each other more support and whatnot. I generally have no idea what to do on stage and I never know where to put my hands! Hopefully, though, by the end of the year, we will have a proper hour-long play that we have all contributed to and that we will all take part in. Kristen also said that there will be some dance and movement, which is what I feel confidenter in, so I'm looking forward to that!

(41 pages to go on Hotmail.)

Finally, and because I have written so much here that your brain might explode or you're thinking "agh! crazy religious lady, get away!" I'm going to finish off on Christmas.

Christmas starts for me, usually on the 16th December because it's my dad's birthday on the 15th (and I need to get him a present and a card...and my cousin too as her birthday is on the 17th). However, in Exeter it is a different story. Because of my job with Lush, I now have to be available to work both Christmas Eve and Boxing Day, and thus I am having to stay in Exeter on Christmas Day. Thankfully I have Isaac with me, and my family are being lovely and coming all the way across the country to come and see me for the day! If I'm not working Christmas Eve or Boxing Day, I'll tell them to stay for two days and then we can get out and about and do more as a family. I hope. Only downside is that they are now expecting me to cook Christmas dinner for them and I have no idea where to start or how to go about it (hey! I just worked out I can touch type almost perfectly!). If anyone has any suggestions on how to roast a chicken or some bird and how to do crispy roast potatoes, I would be very grateful! I will hopefully be attending Midnight Mass at the Cathedral, which will be good fun!



RIGHT! I think that is enough from me, and I will talk to you all soon. I have thingummies to do and inboxes to organise. Have a grand time. :)

Pray for me, child...

I've finally got round to doing a blog update. Isaac is currently in the shower, so I've stolen his computer and I'm hoping that he can remember his login details...

Aaanywhat. Since I updated last, which was an age ago, I've had my first two shifts in Lush, which was so much fun. I smell of the shop for a couple of days after I've been working there, which makes me feel happy! I have my own little apron, and I also get to chat to customers on a really informal basis, there's no hard selling and I get to thrust products under their noses. I also really really want some of The Godmother soap, because I've fallen in love with it (and they do the same scent in a bath melt and shower gel! yum!) and another one that is a Christmas special that smells of icing and almonds, but I can't remember the name of. I also like the fact that the customers are really happy when I tell them to get the smaller versions of a product so that they don't waste their money if they don't like using it. I also get to wobble the shower jellies as I walk past. Oh, oh, also the kids are really cute! we give demonstrations of bath ballistics and bubble bars, and little kids love it when you let them put them in the water and let it all fizz up - we have to put the bowl of water on the floor for them, and they poke the ballistic around whilst it's fizzing and swirl the water and they are just ADORABLE!

So, yes. I love my job. By the looks of things I can do a lot more hours than I anticipated, as my French timetable isn't on funny days throughout the week. I have a 9-11 on a Monday morning, which I can cope with, but I hope my lecturer doesn't expect me to be completely functional at that time. I'm also really liking my Philosophy of Law lecture, even if there is half a ton of reading before each class (which I haven't got round to doing yet because I have been madly busy this week), but I'm looking forward to it. I had a gander at some of the Aristotle we're meant to be doing as preliminary reading, and it doesn't look all too bad. Criminal Law is much the same as A-Level just a bit more technical and advanced from what I can tell, and Trusts is, well, Trusts. It's one of the two most hated modules on the course along with Land, but I'm going to keep and open mind and hopefully I will be able to understand it okay. I hope. I also managed to pick up two core Trusts textbooks from the Law Library for 1.50 pounds each (this funny keyboard thing doesn't have a pound sign). They are one edition out, but I don't think that too may landmark thins have happened since then, so I hope they'll work. If not, I can always get the newer ones out of the library.

Speaking of books, I have now begun to accumulate many of Terry Pratchett's Discworld books. I have Mort, Equal Rites, Carpe Jugulum, Guards! Guards! and Soul Music. I've also borrowed Unseen Academicals from Nicky, which I will be reading muchly and quickly next week (around my Aristotle, so my notes could get interesting...).

On that note I should probably stop stealing Isaac's computer and hug him some more because he is standing right behind me (I also have no idea if he is reading this over my shoulder or not...), so yay! I will update more soon, promise.

Well, I don't know what it is about me, but death seems to follow me around. Well, my family. Since I've come to Exeter, numerous people back home have died, in and around the village I have lived in, not to mention relatives who have also passed away before then. My 'Uncle' Mark (my mum's best friend's husband), passed away last night; a man who I have known my entire life, and although my mum apparently knew that his death had been 'expected' for a long time, she neglected to tell me. Thus, it comes as no surprise that it came as quite a shock to me. He died of liver failure after slipping into a coma. Eugh. Seriously, these past few days have been a serious emotional rollercoaster. To bring this into a statistical sorta range of comprehension, twelve relatives and close family friends have died (two grandparents, a great-aunt, two great uncles, and just an uncle included), as well as people who I have seen and visited, who I have known in the village where I've grown up. Of those twelve, I have attended six of their funerals. Weddings? I've been to two. I was a bridesmaid as one, and just a family member at another. Yeah. A lot of sadness, not a lot of joy in my life. I'm kinda numb to it now...I think that you realise that no matter how much you end up crying over someone, you can't bring them back. I'm not saying that you shouldn't grieve; I mean, that's expected and it does some good for you. Well, I think it does, at least. I quite like having a good cry. It makes me feel better afterwards. However, whenever another death is announced, I just seem to shrug it off. I feel sad, yes, but I no longer dwell on it; nor do I shed any tears. I'm hoping that this doesn't mean that I'm heartless or indifferent...I think that I'm just numb to it all, now. Like, I'm an observer more than a participant. That makes me sad, in a way. I do care, I just seem to have lost the ability to show it.

On a lighter note, I got the job at Lush, which had me in a very bouncy mood yesterday. People came round last night to play Articulate! and I gave them all massages with the freebie massage bar that I was given. I was also given soap. Both vanilla-scented. Also, my friend Mike is coming down from London to visit me tomorrow, and he's also found a job that he wants to do down here. Good luck to him - I really really hope he gets it (no guesses as to where my prayers are headed next). It looks to be a good week. Isaac's also arriving on the Saturday, which I am in a constant state of 'whee!' about, whenever I think of him. 

Below is an email that details my current financial situation and things that are being done about it. This means that I'll be able to get more monies, I hope! :)

Dear Kathleen

 

Thank you for your online application for student finance.  You have requested a means tested assessment like last year which gave you some non-repayable grant in addition to your loan.

 

This year, for one year only as part of our transition to Student Finance England, we will be using the financial information already provided for April 2008 for the 2008/09 and 2009/10 academic years.  All we need to complete a means tested assessment for this year is a signature from each of your parents giving us permission to use the information that we already hold on file again.

 

I have attached a form PFF2 and would be most grateful if each parent could complete and print pages 3 and 5, then print and sign page 6 and return these six pages to us to the address below at the earliest opportunity.  They will not need to complete the financial section or provide evidence as we have it already.  Once we receive these six pages we can carry out a means-tested assessment for you.

 

As the postal workers are threating random industrial action, this may cause a substantial delay in your reassessment.  To avoid any delay, you may wish to scan these six pages and return them to me by email.  If you choose do do this, please post the originals for retention on your file when they finally arrive.

 

In the meantime, you have a non-means tested award so that you have some funding right away.

 

I hope this is of some help to you and please do not hesitate to contact me if I can be of any further assistance.

 

Thanks and regards

 

Teresa Thompson

Caseworker 

I have good news and horrible depressing if-I-don't-get-it-sorted-soon-I'll-die news.

Good news first.
My timetable has been published. There was a clash in term two between my compulsory first year module (that I missed as I changed course) and my optional third year module. All is now good as my first year module will be recorded and put up as a podcast. Huzzah for interwabs.

So, my timetable is thus:
Term One
Monday: Free
Tuesday: Philosophy of Law 2-4
Wednesday: Free
Thursday: Free
Friday: Trusts 9-11, Criminal 4-5

Term Two:
Monday: Free
Tuesday: Trusts 9-11, Philosophy of Law 12-2 and Criminal 4-5
Wednesday: Free
Thursday: Free
Friday: Criminal Law 4-5, Feminist Legal Philosophy 4-6 (the clash which is now solved).

I also have workshops, but they don't start until the 5th week of term, and I also have French lectures, which will start in the second week of term. So yay! Timetabling good. 

Now for the bad news. My finances. With the money the governement have given me, less the money taken away by bills and life, I have nothing. Nothing for food, clothes, toothpaste, shower things, teabags, make-up, washing powder; all the big and little, expensive and inexpensive, luxurious and essential things I have to buy. How, pray tell, do the government expect me to go through uni without tampons? Hard fact, but I kinda need them.

Finances run thus:

Money In (Loans/Grants):
Tuition Fee Loan: £3225
Standard Loan: £3099
Standard Grant: £1086
Total: £7410

Money Out:
Tuition Fees: £3225
Rent: £3718
Electric: £326
Water: £250
Phone Contract: £180 (£15 per month for 12 months)
Internet: £87 (for 12 months)
Total: £7786

£7410 - £7786 = -£376

So, I have -£376 to live off. 

Options to make sure I don't die a disgusting death (saying that, I can afford to pay for the shower, just not things to shower with). 
Option 1: Bursary. I'm going to see the Finance Office on this matter. I might get one, I might not. In limbo. I should be receiving notification about it soon, though.
Option 2: Job. Again, although I have a trial, it's not guaranteed. All I can do is hope. 
Option 3: Hardship Fund. If none of the above help, I can apply for one. I have no idea what the criteria for them are, but I can ask nicely.
Option 4: Overdraft Extension: I can get a maximum of £1500 on my overdraft; it currently stands at £500. Should come before option three, but I don't like the idea of being in the red a lot. It might, however, be my only option.

Fun. So yeah, I won't be going out or doing much, if anything, next year. I doubt I can afford it. Joy. I didn't want to spend third year as a hermit. Isaac; I'm sorry. I don't know if I can cook lots of shinies for you or anything. We still have films and walks! The electric, I can kinda afford, at least.

Er...everyone else, will hugs suffice as birthday and Christmas presents?

A song my sister likes. Me, too, actually.

She'll rise...she'll rise...she'll rise.

Blue Skies are coming, but I know that it's hard...

I cannot remember for the life of me what advert this is off..but I like it! ^_^

There was a boy...a very strange enchanted boy...

It's happened. I've got to the stage now where I want to do work. I want to attend lectures with my little dictaphone, come home, and write them all up nicely and neatly in an A4 notebook, and do it all over again whenever my next lecture is. I want to prepare notes for my workshops, and answer questions and ask my lecturers what they think on this topic! I want to take minutes for committee meetings! I want to compile mailing lists!

...I'm having Exonian withdrawal symptoms. Too long have I sat at home and knitted and put music on my computer (seriously, I've been doing it over the past three days and I'm still not done). Too long have I been away from Exeter and exeucation! I am pining for the green grass and ridiculously steep hills and pizza on Friday when I do proof reading!

Then again, as soon as I get back I'll just moan and complain about everything, even though I've vowed not to skip my lectures. Which I won't! I'm not going to complain about having pizza, either.

Also, Chapel! Morning Prayers! The only thing that will get me out of bed on a Tuesday at 7:30am. Saying that, I may set my alarm at that time all week. It'd give me more time in the day to do things. Aah. Dartmoor walks. Felcity's cooking. Breakfast in Coffee Express. I miss Chapel, too.

I'll be back soon, though. Once I've settled in I think I'll take a nice walk up onto campus, and go 'aaaah'. Breathe some, amble some, reminisce some, then go on a food shop and despair at how little money I have. I hope that I will be able to pay my society subscription fees when term starts. I'm sure they'll let me. :)

But yes! Now, onto writing things!

The Fresher's Squash is going to be on the 4th October! So be there to register with MethAng and Exepose and other such shiny societies where fun times, tea, biscuits and pizza will be on offer for all! Also (shameless plug) come along to the MethAng cafe crawl and pizza and DVD evening - it's gonna be awesome and grand and I'll be there and maybe I'll embarrass myself or scare eveyone away perhaps a bit of both and now I'm blathering lotssoIshouldjustshutupbutcomealonganywayit'llbefun.

Speaking of Exepose, I need to sum up myself and what I do for the paper in 100 witty and amazing words. So...I'm one of the Photography Editors working closely with Adam and Alex; taking photos for the news stories that feature in Exepose! (22 words thus far.)

This is hard. The specifications are "It usually includes about 100 words from each section introducing yourselves, with a bit of information about your section and what sort of things you're looking for next year."

Again.

"Hello there, and welcome to Exeter University! My name's Lyn and I'm one of the two Photography Editors for Exepose, along with the lovely Melinda Greenacre. I mainly take photos for Adam and Alex, our News Editors, to accompany their stories, covering events from protests to the Forum Project, which looks to be playing a major part next year. (Halfway there!) I look forward to meeting and greeting you over the next year! If you're interested in what I do for the paper, and haven't got enough juicy info here, please email me on klh216@ex.ac.uk."

Better? Make sense? Blargh. I dunno. It's midnight and I want a bath.

Have fun!

(My internets are still broken in my room. This makes me sad and annoyed.)

Well, we did it! England won the Ashes! YAAAAAY! Showed the Aussies what we were made of, and left them trailing by 197 runs. We alse beat them in the mens 4x400m relay in the athletics. USA got Gold, we got Silver, Australia got the Bronze, so all is good. :)

Yeaaaaas...I've not really been up to much. Had a day full of organising and getting sorted in preparation for my cousin coming to visit in a few weeks for the Bank Holiday, and I've also organised all my A-Level notes (so I can bring my Criminal Law work with me to uni...I hope it helps), and I've made lists of stuff that I need to bring back with me, including hats, a duvet, DVDs, books and other general things. Including clothes. Kinda need them.

I'm also applying for another job in the Student's Shop. We realised that the one for Body Shop wouldn't be beneficial as I don't own a car and I only make money if I sell things, and I also have to buy my own kit in (which will set me back £40), so it's not a good idea. Hopefully I'll get this job - I need to! Saying that, I'm hopefully revising the way I live next year, so fingers crossed I can have some disposable income (doesn't count food and toiletries). I'm also unsure as to whether I'm getting my Exeter bursary next year. I'll email them tomorrow, and also call Student Finance England to see where my payment schedule has gone. Fun times. I don't really like calling call centres...they always make you wait so long. Nrf.

Soo...yes. That's about it. Nice short post there. I may even get an early night. I don't think I've been in bed before 11pm for a loooong time. Crazy days.

200. A statistic, nothing more to those of us who will read the daily papers, watch the ten o’clock news on the BBC, who listen to the radio. 200. Just another number, another death toll in another war that we are fighting so far away that it doesn’t even seem to affect us here on our own doorstep. 200. Faces that were printed on a double page spread in full colour, their names, ages and ranks printed beneath them, some smiling, some not, some wearing hats, some not, some in uniform, some not. 200. Those who have died for a cause that perhaps even I don't fully understand, that is the fault of Bob Ainsworth, of insurgents, of the government, of the Prime Minister; the fault of all of those who have the power to stop this.

They are just two hundred soldiers. Two hundred soldiers fighting in some distant land, that none of us knew. None of us met. None of us laughed with, got drunk with, argued, loved or just talked with them. We can look at their faces made of ink staring up at us from a sheet of paper, with an expression that smiles or looks at us, but not with us or to us. Then we can turn the page and read about how GCSEs are getting easier for teenagers, or how an elephant can now walk with a prosthetic limb. I can check my hair in the mirror. I could make a cup of tea, and then wash my clothes, and they won't cross my mind again for a while.

A picture does not tell us about who that person was. We can report on how they left behind a wife and children, a fiancee, a mother or a father, but who are they except another category, another criteria, another statistic. Information that will have to be changed for Working Family Tax credit. One photograph in two hundred can only represent an idea; a notion, not an individual. We can look at any of those photos and we will never be able to tell that when they arrive home that they would kiss their wife on the cheek, ruffle the hair of their son, hug their daughter who would pretend to be repulsed but love the attention, really. We will never know that their favourite food was lasagna, that they'd enjoying going out to the pub and having a beer with friends on a summer evening. A photograph can't tell us of a first love, sneaking away from home to meet her when he should have been doing chores, then thinking of her at random moments later in life; perhaps on a trip round a supermarket. 

A photograph in a newspaper can only capture the aftermath of what has happened. The death; the grief, the mourning, the anger. That picture can never tell us of the memories that others will have of him, the life that he lived. Perhaps it is that which we cry over; the memories of happier times, not the sadness encountered in death. Losing someone close to you is perhaps the most terrible thing anyone can ever go through. If you are reading this and you haven't, then be thankful, for you cannot possibly comprehend how it feels. One photograph in a newspaper cannot compare to a family album; photos taken on holidays, at weddings, on honeymoons, at parties, at christenings, at birthdays. None of this can be handed over in an article on how terrible the war is and how it should be stopped. For those of us not directly involved, it is an entirely foreign affair; not only that it is being fought in a foreign country, but between ministers and politicians; between governments and organisations. 

How do you remember your loved ones? What would you feel if their face was printed in the newspaper, alongside an article condemning the way in which they died? Would you be angry at how they are now just another statistic, part of another story that people will gloss over on the train or on their lunch break? Would you be happy that their story was now shared with the world and that perhaps, somewhere, somehow, someone is sharing the same grief that you feel?

Perhaps a simple act of remembrance can help them to speak out through us when they no longer can. To give them a voice and say "I was here. This is my family. This is what my life was like whilst I was still here." Without our memories of those we have lost, then they are no more than a combination of cyan, magenta and yellow ink staring up at us from a recycled, reliably sourced sheet of paper. 

If these events don't affect us personally, then it is all too easy for us to turn the page.

 After having a rummage on top of my wardrobe, I have found some books that I haven't read for years and forgotten about, but ultimately that I love. I'm going to post the titles, a summation and a few excerpts from a number of books I've found. They made me sneeze: they were rather covered in dust.

( The 13 1/2 lives of Captain Bluebear )

( Big Fish ) 

( A Clockwork Orange )

( One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich )

( Jumpers )

( The Day of the Triffids )


( The 10th Kingdom )

America, America...America... The States! The States, the States...America! *Stephen Fry walks on stage, shrugs and punched Hugh Laurie in the face*

YouTube it. Tres funny.

Anyway! There is relevance in the title. Mum came back from Texas today! I am now sitting in a really comfortable, very flattering, loverly pair of Levi's jeans! Made in Turkmenistan. 99% cotton, 1% Lycra (TM) spandex and really, really long (I've turned them up now though). Ah, I'm so happy! She also brought me back some thimbles (sad as I am there's now about 500 of the little things in the house) and two bookmarks, each entitled "Advice from a Wildflower" and "Advice from the Sun". 

Advice from a Wildflower
Show your true colors.
Delight in simple pleasures.
Celebrate your natural beauty.
Open up!
Spread seeds of joy.
It's OK to be a late bloomer.
Be wild and wonderful!

Advice from the Sun
Keep it light.
Rise to the occasion.
Look on the bright side.
Set your sights high.
Renew your energy.
Keep a sunny disposition.
Be brilliant!

Mum has also brought back some wondrous and not-so-wondrous confectionery. The not-so-wondrous is this strange thing called a "Chick-O-Stick". I like coconut and I like peanuts, but combining the two together is a rather...odd experience. Well, it doesn't work for me, is all I'm saying! The nice stuff that she did bring back, however, included this "Charleston Chew" thingummy, which is all vanilla flavoured and coated in chocolate, which was rather fun to eat seeing as the heat had melted it into an interesting goo. She's brought back some other sweets in bags which I can't remember the names of and a box of Twizzlers and three or so boxes of Mike and Ike (different flavours, o'course) which look to be rather tasty. The crowning glory, though, of my mum's confectionery finds were these things called "Hot Tamales" which are these amazing fiery cinnamon chewy sweet things that taste AMAZING! They burn if you eat too many (I see a drinking game here), but oh my Lord I love them. I can't eat them all in one go, though, seeing as we only have two boxes and I have no idea when I shall see them again. 

Anyway! I'm going to sweetly sum up now, and enjoy my jeans and tasties.  

I read that as graffiti on a wall once. It's currently 3:34 am here, and I can't sleep. I have no idea why. Tomorrow I have to get up and shower, which will hurt my foot seeing as the heel is blistered due to my wellies and the top is scratched badly as I wore flip flops whilst blackberry picking today and tripped over a bramble. I'm also going to Lewes in the afternoon with my dad and my sister to get my mum some birthday presents. We're going to Harveys Brewery Shop...and much to dad's delight, the fishing tackle shop is right next door to it. So it should be fun for us all. Beer...fishing...shopping. Yeah, I can live with that. Sunday we're having a roast and an apple and blackberry crumble, so the fruits of my labours will have paid off (for once, pun not intended). 

So yeah...meet my early morning ramblings. I hope I get some shut-eye soon. *yaaaawn* Too darned hot in this room... 

"And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again, well I don't know, well I don't know, well I don't know don't think so."

@Isaac7985 Sending you on your way! Have a lovely trip! :)