So, yesterday Papa and I went to France. It was three hours to Dover in the car, an hour and a half on The Pride of Dover, and then a brief drive in Calais... then all of that again on the way back. Tiring, to say the least ( Read more... )

So. I have come home from the English Dinner, which for those of you who don't know, is an evening where the college pays for all three years of English students, as well as a few guests, to stuff their faces. This year it was in an Italian place; I had a tomato and mozerella salad for starters (nothing to write home about), a vegetable pizza for ( Read more... )

Weird. I just had psychological problems with my lunch. I had a can of broccoli chedder soup and for one reason or another, looking at it made me feel totally sick.

The way to my heart is through olives, tomatoes, Italian food, carrot cake, pesto, melted cheese, strawberries (with or without cream), melons, Krisprolls, citrus fruit, sour pick and mix, hot cross buns, fruit smoothies, milkshkes and salad dressing. Fact.