Sunday, 19 February 2012

My purse is currently on its way to Portsmouth.

So I have spent a happy half term entertaining and being entertained, seeing friends and bemoaning (might have made that word up, ah well) the awful weather. It is now nearing the end and I have precisely 2 hours before church starts to make sure all my work is finished. I am therefore sprawled on my bed writing this.

I say 'my bed' loosely. It is the bed in my room, but I don't sleep on it very often. Now my brother has moved out I prefer to hijack his bed and the bed that pulls out underneath his bed and use these as a sort of makeshift double bed, rolling around and changing positions to my little heart's content.

My friend Hannah from Portsmouth has been staying with me for the past 3 nights and we've spent an enjoyable few days swimming, panto/TV watching, playing Bananagrams, going to a museum and doing all the sorts of things you never bother to do when you actually live in a place. She left about an hour ago, and I realised just after she did that my purse was still in her bag. Which means I now have to go at least 4 days without catching the bus, buying anything, getting a student discount, catching the train or using my Vittles loyalty card before she sends it back to me. Lovely. I think the lesson here is that you should just take your own bag rather than shoving your crap in someone else's, it's not the first time I've ended up with precious items around various parts of the country...

I was victim to a vicious soup-related assault yesterday. Well, OK, my Mum dropped a bowl of boiling minestronie soup on my hand by accident but it hurt a lot. I consequently spent the rest of the day bandaged up and wincing excessively. Waking up today I realised most of the pain was gone, replaced by very red but generally OK skin. I felt like I shouldn't risk too much though, so I put some plasters on in order to milk this injury for all I'm worth. I dare say I'll have made a fairly miraculous recovery by school tomorrow.

OK, my neglected french essay calls, he is lonely.

Have a lovely day my chummy chum chums :)

God bless,
Anna x

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