Day 120 - The Morning After - Day 3
The big stuff has gone and everything else has been dumped all over. Time to clear up and clean up.
Day 119 - The Big Move -Day 2
I ache, and have muscles I didn’t know existed. And I have bruises. So very many angry blue bruises.
Day 118 - The Big Move - Day 1
Boxes and boxes of stuff moved along with lots of furniture. Simon has a ridiculous amount of stuff. And yes the teddies are mine. And no, I don’t know what they are up to either.
Day 117 - Sleepy Head
Filling up on energy at the local Chinese before the ‘big move’ starts tomorrow.
Day 116 - Duvet Days
Oh I bloody well wish. I would have loved to spend all day in bed watching old movies, but alas I had an exam to do.
Day 115 - The Picture Says It All
Yes, it’s not a photo, but this was the day I had. Hence no photo. A big, dark abyss. Moving swiftly on…
Day 114 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
He was always my favourite Mr Man, though I think I should really have little Miss Chatterbox.
Day 113 - Fred
I’m normally more of a cat person but I’ll make an exception for Fred :-)
Day 112 - Being Domestic
I have to admit, it doesn’t come easily!!!!
Day 111 - Awesome Presents
It took me a while to take it out if the box but I have to admit, it’s bloody brilliant :-D
Day 110 - Secret Garden
Or at least I’d like to hope that it is. Garden doorways are always so mysterious.
Day 109 - Turned In
Well that’s the last essay of my first year handed in and hopefully finished with. Hopefully I won’t have to redo it! Only 1 exam to go and then the first year is officially over. I still have to pinch myself, because I can’t believe I’ve made it this far. The last few weeks have been horrendous, so I must learn the lessons now and be more organised next year.
Day 108 - Ikea Rat
Much nicer than the bloody great brown thing I saw in the garage last week :-(
Day 107 - Clouds
There’s definitely some kind of weather brewing.
Day 106 - Mashed Potato
So ok, technically it isn’t… but it is what I used to do with my mash when I was little. I’d run my fork across it and make fields in different directions, at least until my mum told me to stop messing around and get it eaten up.