I might be wrong ...: April 2006

Hissy Fit

I am very proud of myself. I heckled the Conservative Shadow Minister for Higher Education, and asked two very good questions without sounding like a complete twat! This was at a university event which was jam packed with young Tories with pink Ralph Lauren shirt collars poking out of pastel sweaters, and sporting such inbred features they wouldn't have looked out of place being ridden by a midget at Aintree. As my friend Chris always told me, Exeter is full of Oxbridge overspill.

We've also been enjoying the summer like weather, which has payed a brief visit to Devon on Friday and Saturday. We had a meal outside in a pub on Friday evening, and a visit to Croyd and Saunton Sands yesterday. I've never been up to the North Devon beaches before and I was amazed by how stunning they are. Lots of surfers, and surf people who have never set foot on a board before but have the money to buy the overpriced surfer lifestyle accesories, but a beautiful area nonetheless.

The very best thing of all this weekend was the two adders we came across when walking the costal path from Croyd to Saunton. The first one was a mean looking adult who reluctantly slinked off from where he'd been sunbathing when he saw us, the second was a gutsy youngster who thought for a second that he could take the two of us on with a display of hissing and gesticulating towards us, until he thought better of it and let us pass. Whoever thought you'd be in danger of being killed by a dangerous animal on the South West Coastal Path?

I need input

Q. What happens when you take one mature student, mix in a bit of easter holidays, two heaped tablespoons of MarioKart, a huge chocolate egg, a large dose of loneliness and a pinch of internet?

A. Me, climbing up the walls.

Seriously, I need help. I have tons of uni work to do, but I can't do it. Its not that its too hard or I haven't got the books (in fact I have the mother of all book piles upstairs waiting to be read). I just haven't got the right brain on. How am I supposed to write politics essays when I haven't been at uni for four weeks, its all gone missing. Filed under 'wait till next week'.

Here, hare.

Happy Easter!

I wish I was one of those super women with the ability to paint eggs, cut out bunny shapes and bake cookies with mini eggs on, but I am just a lazy twentysomething going on 17, who cannot even manage the foresight to buy Tom an easter egg, and has exhausted the confection retailers of Exeter searching for Mini Eggs. There really are none left in the city (except for those sitting atop easter cakes cooling in the stylish kitchens of Victorian three story houses owned by those domestic godesses I so wish to emulate, but sadly fail).

I remember a time when easter eggs remained aplenty in the shops until easter monday when the clever kid would sweep up the reduced price eggs with their bank holiday pocket money. Christ, I love easter egg chocolate. Cadburys, with a jolly easter scene, pure heaven.

Have been lots of fun and outings recently, but I'm sure Opie will tell you all about that. In other news, Tom and me are off to Krakow for 5 nights on 19th June for our tenth anniversary, we're staying in a really cool apartment just off the main market square and are only paying £140 each for the whole chebang (?) , very exciting as we didn't go away last year.

Here is a picture of my garden and house in their spring livery for your viewing pleasure. Spot the Corgi.