I’ve just read Jaimie and Chris‘ blogs - commendations, guys, you make me feel like mine is a pile of useless rubbish - what use is this going on about my day to day life when you are doing exciting things like meeting Steve Jobs and being useful in life?
I’m going to continue anyway, simply because I had such a good few days. Yay me!
Thursday - KnitSock. It. Was. Awesome. Sitting in a room with people who know what it’s like to be stared at on public transport while you transform a ball of wool into a scarf/glove/hat? Perfect. Ben, Simon, Hannah G and Nikita came round to eat the sorbet Ben made on Tuesday (if you remember, it failed miserably). He broke a spoon in the process, and we stayed up till 3 am playing Mario Kart and a game called “Bang!” or something. The hilarity coming from “I’m going to Bang *insert name here*” was so immature that it was Allowed.
Friday, Tom and I went to Finsbury for a dinner. This was insane. Five course buffet - we were full by the end of the second course, but powered through. My dairy allergy went out of the window (“in for a penny, in for a pound”) and I ate four slices of cake. We drove back home feeling slightly sick, getting lost as a result of the stupid GPS on Tom’s phone. I’m surprised I didn’t wake up obese on Saturday.
I spent the whole of Saturday making cake, eating cake, then recovering from cake. This was all in honour of Simon’s 21st, which was awesome! Tom and I went home and to bed early, as a result of all the late nights during the week. John turned up at 8 am on Sunday morning, made us Eggs Benedict for breakfast, and spent a happy day with us preparing some stuff for the new members of the Berry-Budden clan (as shown in photos, I’m not pregnant, Toby).
I’m feeling really positive about life, which makes a nice change for this time of year - even though I looked at my calendar yesterday, trying to work out a time to go see Tom’s sister, and realised the only free weekend I have is the last weekend of term. That’s right, December. I discovered today that I could possibly be eligible for a type of immunotherapy that will ‘cure’ my hayfever (although it involves injections every week for four months, and pills every day for three years), which will make exam season awesome - just in time to have no more exams. Woot.
The Dwarves are coming round for dinner tonight (except Matt, who was a retard and forgot to order his graduation gown), so it looks to be another late night. Yay!