If life were a bowl of cherries...

Yes I am trying to start doing regular posts again... they are fun and I should have quite a bit to talk about this year :D

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Ok…. I am writing this to the soundtrack of the Rocky Horror Picture show… so if it is a little strange then blame the backing music. :P Fantastic songs though. : ]

Recent Achievements

• Living in my new flat/bedsit for a week a 2 days. (Current song: I’m going home – Funny…)
• Living on my own for 4 days
• Working a full time job for 6 working days.
• Not breaking anything … at all
• Washing my hair without a shower regularly and successful – though not without complaining.
• Cooking tasty (to me) meals without setting fire to my kitchen.
• Not flooding the kitchen when I used the washing machine.
• Activating up a phone line despite BT’s beast efforts to stop me
• Breaking into my bathroom at 2am!

Recent Lessons

• Check to see if you have rice before you start cooking risotto! (although cuscus seems to work OK)
• It helps to remove the filters / analysers before trying to do a basic confocal image of some fluorescing cells.
• Never let a sales person (“some insects called the human race”) start their spiel concerning their current offers… particularly if you KNOW you aren’t interested.
• Irons come with a plastic cover on the hot bit… it helps to remove this before you turn it on. Although if you notice within about 10 seconds the damage can be rectified with patient peeling and then some acetone (nailpolish remover)

Current Aims

• Learn how to operate the storage heaters properly.
• Sort the kitchen out :P

Failures

• Unable to operate the lock on my bathroom - resulting in having to unscrew the lock fixture at 2am!
  

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There is a significant improvement in the aesthetic pleasure offered by your surroundings when tempered by the fact that you will not have to look on them again.

It is possible for a plumber to paddle his way across a bathroom floor and *still* maintain that nothing is broken

Time does *not* run proportional to any constant.

Packing should NEVER happen until the last mintue.... otherwise you will have nothing to do with it!      

Procrastination is not an art form - it is a beautiful and perfected way of life.

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Lights hang low in dusty shrouds
And all about the wild ones
Wail their piteous melodies
To the night -


Watchers in the dark
Peering through their misted veils
To see the burning
High above, atop the hill.


A fight, a fight
The wild ones bark
They howl their anger
Through the dark.


How different to the cityscape?
Ten thousand time ten thousand
Sparks of light laid out
below in GLORY


Look down again - below the surface
See a sight that’s not so strange
The watchers sit behind their veils and see
The wild ones play -

The same game and the same rules
Of desperate times
- or desperate measures -
Of how much you have left lose.

And still the dust is all pervasive,
Crumbling concrete adds her tone
To smog and dirt and wasted chances
To things taken, not returned.


A decade since and still no change
The wild ones live and breathe
The dust of someone else’s
Golden Age.

Wednesday Night: cook pasta and pasta sauce, make two thank you cards

Thursday Night: Buy a bottle of wine and maybe some chocolates... borrow some colours?

Friday Night: Trip out to Soho

Saturday: Walking / Bazaar

Sunday: Walking / Bazaar - need to think through pressies

Monday: Pack!!

Tuesday: Fly back to the UK, dinner with parents, over to Wallingford

Wednesday: Work out what to do now.

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I need to do a full update, but my head is still swimming with everything so I shall give that a miss for the moment.