Census meme
Hmm, lets see...
1981 I was not even one year old, living with my parents in a tiny cottage in a tiny village in Oxfordshire. I liked geese, and cheese. I disliked hats with a fiery hatred.
1991 I was somewhere between 10 and 11 years old. We lived in the same little house, and I attended a local CofE 'middle' school with a red and blue uniform and an open-air swimming pool which meant that we spent a good proportion of our PE lessons shivering, smacking each other with floats, and catching fungal infections.
2001 I was 20 years old and in my final year of University. I shared a hyooge Victorian terraced house with 6 other students and spent most of my time in the dingy bit of the Student Union bar known as 'Goth Corner' smoking Marlboro Reds and drinking tea. Sometimes I even studied. I graduated with a 2:i.
2011 I live in Bedford with my husband of just about 6 months, two lizards, four snakes, three chickens, four rats, and our lovely Birman cat. I work in London and hate commuting, but not as much as I hate the prospect of working in one of the typically dull jobs I see advertised in Bedford for a pittance of a wage.
1981 I was not even one year old, living with my parents in a tiny cottage in a tiny village in Oxfordshire. I liked geese, and cheese. I disliked hats with a fiery hatred.
1991 I was somewhere between 10 and 11 years old. We lived in the same little house, and I attended a local CofE 'middle' school with a red and blue uniform and an open-air swimming pool which meant that we spent a good proportion of our PE lessons shivering, smacking each other with floats, and catching fungal infections.
2001 I was 20 years old and in my final year of University. I shared a hyooge Victorian terraced house with 6 other students and spent most of my time in the dingy bit of the Student Union bar known as 'Goth Corner' smoking Marlboro Reds and drinking tea. Sometimes I even studied. I graduated with a 2:i.
2011 I live in Bedford with my husband of just about 6 months, two lizards, four snakes, three chickens, four rats, and our lovely Birman cat. I work in London and hate commuting, but not as much as I hate the prospect of working in one of the typically dull jobs I see advertised in Bedford for a pittance of a wage.