London

I returned from my non too adventurous adventures on thursady, but have not posted since then because I've been busy taking care of the house (it doesn't look after itself you know!) and entertaining stacey, who has stayed for most of the weekend.

Overall I'd say that the trip went pretty well. Everyone was pleased to see me and I was introduced to two new additions to the family, courtesy of a couple of my cousins. That makes 5 kiddies now and on Tue I was their entertainer, which involved being put in prison and tied up. Great. Don't ya just love kids eh? It was cracking fun. Everyone was taking the piss out of each other, mostly out of uncle Ray and Des because they are retired and Des kept playing Saga radio (I didn't even know it existed!).

Spent most of Monday wandering around London by myself. Found it pretty thrilling to be able to explore the city all by myself. Didn't feel threatened at all. I can't understand the many people who looked surprised when I said I was going because of the terrorist threat. The threat has always been there, if you change plans it means the terrorists have won. Fucking scumbags.

Anyways... used the tube several times (well, you have to) and it was a bit grotty and like a rabbit warren but hey, better than walking. Visited the britsh museum and didn't get to see half of it, there was so much. Ate lunch outside of Buckingham palace which felt classy. It was such a gorgeous day as well. How come London gets ALL the cool stuff? No wonder there's a north/south divide, compared to London, everywhere else has bugger all. If I earn enough money in my job, I'd like to live there, I have decided.

On Wednesday my two uncles took me to the Duxford war museum. Thought it would be rubbish but was very impressed by several displays, mostly in the american hanger. I mean, have you seen the size of a B-52 up close? Flippin huuuuge! Ray seemed to be getting very excited by it all and was giving little anecdotes whenever he could. Bless him.

Journey back was pretty quick. Popped into the British library before catching the train, as it is right next to King's Cross. Saw the Lindisfarne gosples, but why aren't they up here? :O

Got loads of ironing to do and still have to contact my uncle Andy before I head off to his place in Warwickshire tomorrow. pleeeeeeeaaaaaase pick up the phone!!!! Shutting up the house should be easier this time because there's no cat to get rid of (last time she really put up a fight to get into her box and I felt particularly mean) and half the stuff is already packed. I miss my family sometimes but most of the time I'm too busy and I know they're having a good time because we've called each other. Apparently Tom and Alex scored with a couple of Spanish girls! Eeeeeee they grow up so fast! Lol

What worries me more is the date of the results creeping up on me. I'm absolutely dreading the prosect of opening up my letter and finding a set of duff results. I mean, what the hell do I do then??? I'd be fucked! And that's not to mention the retribution from my parents when they return on the friday. The date has been at the back of my mind all summer but now it's getting close, I'm starting to brick it. I'm also looking forward to it as a weight off my mind, whether for better or for worse, and possibly actually getting onto my course. That's exciting. I'm just so unsure of how I've done, I'll give myself cardiac arrest come thursday.

Anyways, hope to see you all soon, and again, I shall report back, probably on wednesday evening. Time for some sleep now, because as they say, tiredness kills, take a break!