In which I remark on how not to blog and things I have noticed of late.

It hasn't really been perishingly cold this winter.
Not after last year.
I have too many essays this Term. 9 is just too much
2nd year is code for how many times can thoughts of YA and too much work reduce Beth to tears?
I hate cold sores.
I haven't blogged enough.
I am currently blogging to avoid having to think about 9 essays. This is a vain attempt to wake up.
I'm already worn out and its only tuesday week 2.
I have the cutest godson ever.
Whom I have now met :)

He is ADORABLE.
And he has pretty awesome Godparents

It broke my heart to have to leave him behind :( Though he was inducing unhealthy levels of broody into my system.


To counteract this, the terrible trio reconvened.


For Markus turned 21 and a day of our particular brand of crazy was therefore absolutely mandatory.


Though there was a shock in store.

Anna had done something drastic. Her hair seemed to have taken leave of its senses and jumped off her head into the not so loving embrace of the stylists shears.
(This seems to be a recurring theme, I have today experienced a similar shock when I arrived in the zoo to discover Mudge had also had a rather drastic meeting with some scissors too.)
On a theme of drastic happenings:

Mark is wearing a bobble hat. A BOBBLE HAT. I nearly fainted! Some miracle worker had parted him from the ubiquitous beanie.


I miss these two so much.

But the lesser spotted Anna having credit helps. (No kidding, shes actually adopted that name, I got a text from someone claiming to be such a creature this afternoon.)


Its was an awesome day, it had been far too long. I need to get skype on Anna's comp so we can conference call.

And that was the end of my holiday.

The next day began with a bump.

followed by a crash,

bang,

thud,

rattle,

and a clatter.

At 8AM.

The scaffolding men had returned to remove the construction that they had put up so my parents could stick solar panels to the roof. (Note: no parents ascended scaffolding and no glue/sellotape/blutack was used)

As at the time the plan was to go home on the Wednesday, I was less than impressed that the final day of my holiday was started in such a fashion. But noise cancelling sennheisers are good for more than just helping me concentrate on work.

Shortly after breakfast i was informed that the plans had changed and I should probably start packing seen as I hadn't started.

I loathe packing. I always have too much stuff and never enough room.

And to have to do it in a hurry?

Some how I remembered it all.

I will never know how.

Then came the petrol station. Never ask me to fill your  car for you, I will waste precious petrol on the floor because despite it being idiot proof as a process my mother's overfangled piece of french discombobulater makes it rather difficult. 

Then we got lost, because the sat nav refused to work and my father who is secretly part homing pigeon wasn't driving. His knack for knowing precisely where he is is disconcerting. My brother is also showing these bizarre tendencies.

They must have studied the A to Z maps.

Its the only rational explanation.

Getting lost wouldn't have been an issue. 

However the car refusing to turn back on stranded us in heaven only knows where for an exceptionally long time. I was somewhat displeased.

The day was finally capped off in the worst possible way. 

I burnt my pizza. A pizza that was short on cheese to start with!

Oh and I had to unpack. 

Unpacking is possibly worse than packing.

I haven't yet decided.

What I have decided is that is enough to keep you going till tomorrow when I will tell you all about the following 4 days and a rather busy first week back. 

Right now its bed time. 

Night!

Beth xx