So what's been happening?

 

Easter Sunday was Josie's actual birthday, so I went along with the other surrogate family members, Nic and Andy, for a buffet. I watched Kathryn's (or was it Scrappy's?) birthday gift of a video, talked to Josie's real family members about rabbit shooting and Jasper Carrott's gas tanks, and had a heated debate with Josie's dad over how to eat a Jaffa cake.

The next day was the first day I'd slowed down for about 100 years, but rather than enjoying the impending relaxation and couch-potatoing, I got cabin fever and started twitching and snapping. Sadly, this fervour of activity has slightly died down now, and the life of laziness seems to be guaranteed, or at least until school next Monday shocks it back out of me.

Tuesday I went to the Harvester with my dad and brother (they had run out of chocolate sauce!), and Wednesday I went shopping with my mum who spent about a million pounds on underwear. At least I know where I get it from now! I also bought a dress and some shoes that, despite being quite plain, I think I might actually be falling in love with - all for Josie's party on Friday.

Thursday was my mum's birthday, and for that I gave her a year's subscription to ancestry.co.uk. The cabin fever started creeping slowly back that day, but I fought it off with the first series of Skins. I should have listened to everyone's praises of it! I think if the shoes haven't stolen my heart, the cast of Skins has.

The day after that, Dom arrived in preparation for Josie's party, my only (eagerly awaited) social event of the two weeks. I had a great time and have an amusing memory of Josie coming to me, pointing to her arm and telling me she coughed vodka and coke down it, and it was now sticky. There are some funny photos circulating right now, and they're just serving to remind me how everyone seemed just that tiny bit more drunk than me.

The weekend started with a trip to Birmingham's attractions for the alien in my house, ending up in the part of Birmingham Museum about Birmingham (no art there...) We found some wooden animals in boxes and both wanted to dress as Victorian servants, but for some crazy reason the outfits seemed made for children! After realising why McDonald's shouldn't be eaten, regardless of how absolutely nice it is at the time, we went home and I introduced the already addiction-prone Dominic to Peggle. Thank Waseley Hills Sixth Form for that.

Sunday we went to see 'Horton Hears a Who!', which was absolutely lovely and forced you to smile, especially at the end. A highlight was the little girl next to me saying 'Haha he's fat' about one of the characters in the film. One thing I love about children's films is that even the bad guys are nice at the end and eat cookies and become reformed characters.

Monday I vowed to work, as did I on Tuesday and only the minimal amount actually happened. Then realised it's around 2 months until exams and died a little inside.

 

Phew! So I've caught up - will resume normal blogging shortly.

 

Lucy

xxx