Ah, sunshine and summer. I was hoping that Cambridge would get a bit quieter with the students heading home, so that I could enjoy it a little bit more, but alas, no. It’s now filled with foreign language students and pathetic middle-aged men who have come out to leer. And don’t even get me started on the tourists…
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Anyway, so sorry for the protracted silence. Once again, I imagine there’s been much wailing, gnashing of teeth and general castings out into the outer darkness etc. I note that I’ve been whipped off someones Favourites list an’ all, the ultimate punishment for staying away too long. It has been noted. I’ve mostly been away, but beckett and I have also been suffering from broken broadband, and haven’t had internet access for AGES…
So. My most recent events in a nutshell…
Fact ONE
I’ve just finished three weeks of observation work at the comprehensive school I went to in ffice:smarttags" />North Wales as a youngster. This was apparently to prepare me for my PGCE course in September. It was fucking ACE. Highlights include the following:
Listening to groups of 13/14 year olds designing theme parks. One pair of lads came up with the concept of ‘Loveland’, which featured a log flume with penis shaped logs and white water.
Trying to convince a group of 16 year olds that Romeo was NOT a paedophile.
Going into the staffroom at my old school at breaktime for a cup of tea and a piece of toast.
Discovering that 11 year olds know what ‘MILF’ means.
Finding that if you see kids as individuals and not as a faceless mass, they’re not nearly so scary.
Fact TWO
I am currently unemployed, a marvellous thing, and getting into Diagnosis: Murder in a big way. Just look at them:
It’s not, of course, as good as Murder, She Wrote:
Fact THREE
Beckett and I have found new, beautiful flat on the other side of Cambridge that features a balcony that overlooks King’s Chapel. We (hopefully) move in next month. No more chavs haunting my burberry dreams.
Fact FOUR
Yesterday I was finally able to buy fish for our tropical aquarium following approximately 7 weeks of trying to stabilise the water. One has died already. On a brighter note, the others look chirpy and beautiful. Not literally chirpy, of course. That would make them birds and birds should NEVER be kept in a fishtank.
Fact FIVE
When I was very young, I wanted to be called Desiree. I also wanted to have long black hair and violet eyes that changed to a stormy grey when I was angry (natch).
I tried the long, black hair thing eventually and merely looked like an anaemic 60's horror goth and my eyes remain stubbornly blue, but I find now that life can be sweet, nevertheless.
How have all of YOU been?
