It Would Appear

It would appear that indoor sparklers and bed linen do not mix well. 

 It would also appear that purple ink fountain pens have similar negative feelings towards said bed linen as the indoor sparklers. 

But most importantly, it would appear that a certain someone and other house mates' bed linen have the longest history of poor mixing and this should be avoided at all costs during future endeavours.  

My Daffodil

My lovely Dad bought me these after my interview yesterday. He's the only one to bloom so far. Sitting on my desk I see him as I work, before I go to sleep and when I wake up. It seems strange how he fills me with so much happiness; I think it's the intensity of his yellow and the way he cranes his head towards the light in a was that is full of desperation and determined defiance at the same time.

Takeaway Trade-In

I must confess, there are times when I do love a take away. You must understand not every night, I love to cook far more than I enjoy takeaways, but then there's the mess and the defrosting and when it's a Friday, I want nothing more than for someone to bring me a plate of nice dinner before I crash. This is a tradition that we started in exam time, when I feel we were perfectly justified to our Friday takeaway for four weeks, but it did develop into a dangerous habit last term. It's an expensive, unhealthy and non fulfilling habit (lets face it, those chinese's never taste as good as you think they're going to be) that leaves you ridiculously thirsty, a gradual accumulation of unwanted fat and empty pockets. Thus, this evening I beat of that urge and defeat it with a home made treat of my own. It turns out that fresh, friendly fish monger herring, coated in my Nan's batter recipe, with some fresh spring greens and a few home-made chips is far more fulfilling than its bought counterpart. Next week - I think I'll attempt a curry. 

The Importance of Cosy . .

. . . should never be underestimated. 

Soft Play

Funny how the fun of it never wears off no matter how old you get:

You might notice that there's been an outfit change in these pictures. Well yes, we did do two lots of soft playing in two days - one play session just isn't enough after a 10 year break! 

Toothpaste Kisses

In this student world that is devoid of parental ''goodnight''s or evening routines, it's lovely having a buddy around to end the day with. We finish our chats, we pad upstairs, we squish a toothpaste blob out, have a very quiet little chat whilst we brush and then the last thing you see before turning in for the night is a smiley face, grateful for your presence and wishing you a pleasant nice. It's one of my favourite luxuries in this life. 

That Smell In The Fridge

Why is it that in student houses there is always 'that smell in the fridge'? As students go I'd say we were pretty clean. Messy, yes, dirty no. Our fridge gets cleaned normally once a week, so how is it so that in that time it's able to breed this odour that, at the right concentration, could quite easily be weaponised? Who knows?
I guess the only thing for it is to scrub it out and try again next week.