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Well, half-term has passed in something of a pointless blur, which is always the case, it seems. I spend six weeks looking forward to it, and then find that doing nothing all day long gets rather tiresome. But never fear! It is back to the grindstone soon, and then I shall begin moaning about college and essays again.
I did manage to get somethign achieved, although it isn't actually all that impressive: I re-taught myself to ride a bike. (At this point you all roll your eyes, and make comments like, "You can't ride a bike? It's easy, like...riding a bike!" and I point out that I had not been near one for many years, since I had the oh-so-painful misfortune to go over the handbars.) Anyway, I am now, once again, a master of the two-wheeled vehicle, which is an achievement indeed, as I don't have one of my own, andhave to make do with my step-dad's, who is about a foot and a half taller than me. it makes getting going rather difficult, but once I'm there, it turns out that ti is pretty easy. Apart from indicating, which causes me to wobble all over the place.
I also spent a day in London, which was fun. We went to Harrod's, which, i have to say, i was supremely unimpressed at. Apparently I am the only person in the weorld who can walk into Harrod's and say, "Well...'tacky' comes to mind," and mean it. Well, it is tacky. Over-priced, and totally not worth the effort of finding your way there, except for the amusement of looking suprubly scruffy in a tank-top,ripped jeans, and a dodgy hat, next to a woman wearing furs. But at least my accent fit in, and I got to say, "Dah-ling," several times.
They do sell brilliant cake, though, which I appreciated by spilling all down myself when we ate them in Hyde Park. It didn't really matter all that much, since I was already a sticky mess because the honey had oozed out of my rice cakes earlier, and gone all over me, my bag, and everything in it. Honey is sticky, and hard to get off. Apparently it is those type of moments when people stop calling me 'clumsy' in an affectionate way, and say in a slightly harsher tone, "Completely incapable of paying attention to detail."
We glided through Harvey Nichols, Selfrdges, and various other shops, where, unfortunately, we seemed to spend most of our time in the stationary departments. What? Stationary is cool, and it's not like we'd be able to afford any of the clothes anyway.
We then proceeded to wander down Bond Street, spent a while sniffing coffee beans in Fortnum and Mason's ("Oh, heaven!"), and had coffee in Starbucks. Which I did not spill down myself at all, I'd like to point out, but did manage to get on the table. But only a little bit.
We made our way to Covent garden, which I have decided is one of my favourite places in the world, if only they would take away the strange man pretending to lop off various limbs with a chainsaw. because it completely freaked me out. We wandered about there for a while, and then decided if we went any further we would keel over and die, and it would be very messy becasue I'd probably be eaten by bees due to the honey-coating.
So that was probably the most productive day of the half-term, as I came back with a hat (meaning I can dispose of my other dodgy-looking one), fingerless gloves, a scark, a cushion cover (being the only person in the world who can buy a bright orange cushion cover, and be confident that it will go with my room), some cherry-covered pens, and some very amusing cards. And I managed to negotiate the tube trains, and didn't get lost once. But that mostly may have been the fact that we only went on two lines, and I had the map out the entire time. But still, it is an impressive achievement for a honey-covered person with no sense of direction.
And so ends the exciting parts of my half-term, unless you want to learn about the methods that ferdinand and isabella used to restore law and order in Spain in 1459-1516? No? Your loss.
And I have a cold. I had a cold last holidays as well. I am cursed, and blame Harry, who has been sneezing all over the place for the last week.
I did manage to get somethign achieved, although it isn't actually all that impressive: I re-taught myself to ride a bike. (At this point you all roll your eyes, and make comments like, "You can't ride a bike? It's easy, like...riding a bike!" and I point out that I had not been near one for many years, since I had the oh-so-painful misfortune to go over the handbars.) Anyway, I am now, once again, a master of the two-wheeled vehicle, which is an achievement indeed, as I don't have one of my own, andhave to make do with my step-dad's, who is about a foot and a half taller than me. it makes getting going rather difficult, but once I'm there, it turns out that ti is pretty easy. Apart from indicating, which causes me to wobble all over the place.
I also spent a day in London, which was fun. We went to Harrod's, which, i have to say, i was supremely unimpressed at. Apparently I am the only person in the weorld who can walk into Harrod's and say, "Well...'tacky' comes to mind," and mean it. Well, it is tacky. Over-priced, and totally not worth the effort of finding your way there, except for the amusement of looking suprubly scruffy in a tank-top,ripped jeans, and a dodgy hat, next to a woman wearing furs. But at least my accent fit in, and I got to say, "Dah-ling," several times.
They do sell brilliant cake, though, which I appreciated by spilling all down myself when we ate them in Hyde Park. It didn't really matter all that much, since I was already a sticky mess because the honey had oozed out of my rice cakes earlier, and gone all over me, my bag, and everything in it. Honey is sticky, and hard to get off. Apparently it is those type of moments when people stop calling me 'clumsy' in an affectionate way, and say in a slightly harsher tone, "Completely incapable of paying attention to detail."
We glided through Harvey Nichols, Selfrdges, and various other shops, where, unfortunately, we seemed to spend most of our time in the stationary departments. What? Stationary is cool, and it's not like we'd be able to afford any of the clothes anyway.
We then proceeded to wander down Bond Street, spent a while sniffing coffee beans in Fortnum and Mason's ("Oh, heaven!"), and had coffee in Starbucks. Which I did not spill down myself at all, I'd like to point out, but did manage to get on the table. But only a little bit.
We made our way to Covent garden, which I have decided is one of my favourite places in the world, if only they would take away the strange man pretending to lop off various limbs with a chainsaw. because it completely freaked me out. We wandered about there for a while, and then decided if we went any further we would keel over and die, and it would be very messy becasue I'd probably be eaten by bees due to the honey-coating.
So that was probably the most productive day of the half-term, as I came back with a hat (meaning I can dispose of my other dodgy-looking one), fingerless gloves, a scark, a cushion cover (being the only person in the world who can buy a bright orange cushion cover, and be confident that it will go with my room), some cherry-covered pens, and some very amusing cards. And I managed to negotiate the tube trains, and didn't get lost once. But that mostly may have been the fact that we only went on two lines, and I had the map out the entire time. But still, it is an impressive achievement for a honey-covered person with no sense of direction.
And so ends the exciting parts of my half-term, unless you want to learn about the methods that ferdinand and isabella used to restore law and order in Spain in 1459-1516? No? Your loss.
And I have a cold. I had a cold last holidays as well. I am cursed, and blame Harry, who has been sneezing all over the place for the last week.