one a penny... uh... five for a pound eighty!?
The weather was marvelous marvelous sunny throughout the weekend until today when a thick granite fog sank over Newport.
photos of fog have yet to be uploaded, so here's a pic ofearly morning frost (brr)
I feel an unnatural (surely!) sympathy with Greggers - the last three nights I have forgone proper cooked meals in favour of frozen spicy crumbed pre-prepared chicken fillets (obviously not eaten thus) with various accompaniments. How I long to cook a real meal for myself - but am simply so weary and idle with halfterm I could hardly be bothered! I feel I'd rather just faff around till I've recovered from last term's teaching...
WHAT a weekend - Raddi stayed from Friday to Monday night straightway prompting rumours that she's my girlfriend (in that fashion, I mean) but we had a fabulous time which included Pantomime (and what a pantomime!) on Saturday night, lots and lots of very cheap wine a whole pound of butter consumed and various and many sittings in the garden. Essentially, we spent the entire weekend mocking the English for not being efficient.
(on the edge of the field behind my house)
our adventures in cambridge included:
not quite hiring bikes (ho!)
catching them while they're young
eating wensleydale and yumminess sandies on a wall outside kings
rads being coy in an alleyway
kings college - perspective i has it
walk on grass in cambridge at risk of caterwauling and general embarrassment (I so would have walked on it)
directions to...
punts
cambridge is a ladies' town
and always has a contingency plan
we drank in the quietest pub in town
and then moved tables to perv on the lads chauffeuring the punts
evidence that punting proves barely tolerable without wine
RADS: a little too loudly from the shore are we having fun yet?!
soaking up the lads on the water
corn exchange! for pure novelty value
Hot cross buns are also ridiculously expensive but worth every penny - especially with butter.
The other highlight was Leo, Sammy and Cui-Cui visiting for the day, likewise prompting such sillinesses as walking to Saffron Walden (never again! so much for country lanes and traipsings across fields!) and Sammy investigating my shed and surfacing with a BBQ and the King's Chair!
...oh dear! my stove was making a strange singing noise there for a second.
It being halfterm and my having no friends of social qualities I have spent my days drawing bugs on my lamp shades (much in the manner of my mad and wonderful Aunt Nan), digging around in the garden (not to much effect, just general digging around and pottering), adjusting my sundial (stupid bloody thing has too many numbers!) and eating.
Oh, how I have been eating!
I also cleaned my house, which makes up for the eating, and am turning the spare 'oom overlooking the garden into a writing room. Because it may as well be good for something.
I have written copious volumes of letters to various folk (maybe even one to you!) and wait every day for the mail man to clunk! deposit letters through my door. But where as last week was rather grand correspondence-wise, this week's rather more lousy. What can you all be doing with yourselves?
I'm sure I've done more, but this is all I can remember for now.
Miss you all every day!
Things you can do to help my homesickness:
Send me a photograph of:
• Ambleside
• You drinking in the knob at the RE
• My family
• Acacia Park
• xchurch folk drinking tea (or just drinking!)
• You eating at the curry connection... or even just randomly taking photos as you walk past
• the Blue House
• the Lucians
Only other news is that I have a pain in the back of my mouth and am praying it's not my wisdom teeth. Possibly it's scurvy. Either way it's a sign that the poor dental health of the English is clearly catching and possibly that fluoride in the water does nothing at all.
Love xx
ADDIT:
No photos as of yet but I drew bugs on my lampshades last night and finally roasted the chook tonighters. yum!
photos of fog have yet to be uploaded, so here's a pic ofearly morning frost (brr)
I feel an unnatural (surely!) sympathy with Greggers - the last three nights I have forgone proper cooked meals in favour of frozen spicy crumbed pre-prepared chicken fillets (obviously not eaten thus) with various accompaniments. How I long to cook a real meal for myself - but am simply so weary and idle with halfterm I could hardly be bothered! I feel I'd rather just faff around till I've recovered from last term's teaching...
WHAT a weekend - Raddi stayed from Friday to Monday night straightway prompting rumours that she's my girlfriend (in that fashion, I mean) but we had a fabulous time which included Pantomime (and what a pantomime!) on Saturday night, lots and lots of very cheap wine a whole pound of butter consumed and various and many sittings in the garden. Essentially, we spent the entire weekend mocking the English for not being efficient.
(on the edge of the field behind my house)
our adventures in cambridge included:
not quite hiring bikes (ho!)
catching them while they're young
eating wensleydale and yumminess sandies on a wall outside kings
rads being coy in an alleyway
kings college - perspective i has it
walk on grass in cambridge at risk of caterwauling and general embarrassment (I so would have walked on it)
directions to...
punts
cambridge is a ladies' town
and always has a contingency plan
we drank in the quietest pub in town
and then moved tables to perv on the lads chauffeuring the punts
evidence that punting proves barely tolerable without wine
RADS: a little too loudly from the shore are we having fun yet?!
soaking up the lads on the water
corn exchange! for pure novelty value
Hot cross buns are also ridiculously expensive but worth every penny - especially with butter.
The other highlight was Leo, Sammy and Cui-Cui visiting for the day, likewise prompting such sillinesses as walking to Saffron Walden (never again! so much for country lanes and traipsings across fields!) and Sammy investigating my shed and surfacing with a BBQ and the King's Chair!
...oh dear! my stove was making a strange singing noise there for a second.
It being halfterm and my having no friends of social qualities I have spent my days drawing bugs on my lamp shades (much in the manner of my mad and wonderful Aunt Nan), digging around in the garden (not to much effect, just general digging around and pottering), adjusting my sundial (stupid bloody thing has too many numbers!) and eating.
Oh, how I have been eating!
I also cleaned my house, which makes up for the eating, and am turning the spare 'oom overlooking the garden into a writing room. Because it may as well be good for something.
I have written copious volumes of letters to various folk (maybe even one to you!) and wait every day for the mail man to clunk! deposit letters through my door. But where as last week was rather grand correspondence-wise, this week's rather more lousy. What can you all be doing with yourselves?
I'm sure I've done more, but this is all I can remember for now.
Miss you all every day!
Things you can do to help my homesickness:
Send me a photograph of:
• Ambleside
• You drinking in the knob at the RE
• My family
• Acacia Park
• xchurch folk drinking tea (or just drinking!)
• You eating at the curry connection... or even just randomly taking photos as you walk past
• the Blue House
• the Lucians
Only other news is that I have a pain in the back of my mouth and am praying it's not my wisdom teeth. Possibly it's scurvy. Either way it's a sign that the poor dental health of the English is clearly catching and possibly that fluoride in the water does nothing at all.
Love xx
ADDIT:
No photos as of yet but I drew bugs on my lampshades last night and finally roasted the chook tonighters. yum!