Monday, July 31

Weekend of tiredness

This weekend consisted of:

2 games of tennis
1 cinema visit
1 trip to ikea
1 mystery tour of terror round the Wednesbury area as a result of ikea visit
1 Christmas present for James (how organised?!)

Also had a laughing fit whilst on the escalator at Star City. Will add the picture i took prompting this outburst when James gets back from work (its on his phone) - i promise it is worth waiting for!

Saturday, July 29

A night with the "Judge"

Well, last night was very odd!

After a family meal for James's sister (her Birthday) we ended up in Bullit (nightclub? bar? what exactly is it?) and proceeded to pay £10 to get in and have the pleasure of melting and getting trodden on for an hour and a half before Judge Jules graced us with his almighty presence..

Now, those who know me well will understand the self control needed by James and I to listen to 3 hours of dance music. Have woken up with hair that smells of an ashtray.

For your entertainment and general curiosity here is the most blurry of images of the man himself
- he is the one on the left lurking behind the fat man

Friday, July 28

A day of mourning


Yesterday saw the untimely end of my beautiful Nikon camera..
As I turned on the screen, all i saw was blackness - so in this dark time i turned to the good book (the manual) but all it could offer me was "have you left the usb cable plugged in?"
No, i have not left the bloody cable plugged in - am stood in the middle of a field.

Here are a couple of pictures in tribute to my baby..

Thursday, July 27

Why can't boys follow instructions?

The first time James ever cooked for me was about 3 years ago when he actually made me run to the toilet and throw up - I still can't understand why he decided to add quite so much milk to smash and then smother it in gravy.. *shudder*

Well, anyway, apart from that - and the occasion he managed to paint the wall behind the fridge with lasagne - i thought i would leave dinner to him yesterday..

It started off ok, he managed to find the bag of pasta. Next - read out a list of contents and people will bring them to you. Added too much water? not a problem! ladel out the contents of the pasta bake. Top this off with over two times the required amount of cheese and leave for Kate to deal with.

This seems to be how james makes a pasta bake

I think I'll cook tonight...

Wednesday, July 26

What does it mean when your tutor sends you this?...

Well, my crazy chinese tutor has surpassed himself again and has sent me a book titled "It's not how good you are, it's how good you want to be."

The first page has in giant words -

Nearly all rich and powerful people
are not notably talented, educated,
charming or good looking


Not sure what his point may be...

The first of.. well.. a few at least!

I was inspired by a friend of mine to do this.. Although her blogs are rather witty and amusing, I sense that mine will not work out that way!

I suppose i shall just use this blog to get you up to date with what is going on right now-

  • James (boyfriend) is still on work placement, whereas i so far am unemployed after a short spell in the highly skilled proffession of "photocopier"
  • I have not yet researched my dissertation subject, or gathered books to work from due to the unemployment stated above deeming purchases impossible
  • I have discovered that i enjoy playing tennis, but do not enjoy losing
  • I do, however, carry the crown of "best cupcake maker" after a birthday bake-off against my sister
  • I'm terrified of letting myself down next year in my degree

I am currently sat watching T4 (wishing it was Neighbours..) and waiting for the recruitment company to ring me back.This is so awful! I remember when i was still doing my A levels, it took me a year and a half to find a job!!! I was positive i was unemployable. Worst part is, James actually got one of the jobs i was turned away from.. grr..

Anyway, I shall leave it there and go and sit with a coffee in the garden (luckily our phones are "mobile")