A fridge full of vodka jelly.

So we are no baby less. It was all great fun, not to sure of the 7am wake ups and the occasional tantrums but guess its all part of the bargain?! She was adorable though and by the time she was saying ‘Amie’ I was smitten. Hopefully all this broodiness is just motherly instincts playing up, as opposed to natures way of telling me something; otherwise I would be a very rich woman and would be walking, talking, evidence representing the Christian faith.
The weather up here is gorgeous, legs and chests out everywhere! And hey, who doesn’t need an excuse to drink in the sun? It’s what us British do best.
Apart from the rug rat and the weather things are pretty normal up here. Got a grand total of two weeks left; which means one has to start pumping out some poems/ stories/ articles/ adverts etc for this wonderful thing called the work based learning portfolio. And what better inspiration is there is this world than men?!
Here we go… decided not to mention them because A. there is far more to life than them and B. it’s not the most interesting thing to write/ read about. But sometimes it’s important to rant, scream or tailgate them in your car. Sadly was not allowed to release full road rage on him (slow driver in front and didn’t get the hint) but sure it’s just for the best. It’s crazy how you do everything in your power to get someone out of your life, but a mere glance from them has you withering in your shoes and wondering where it all went wrong. Or in my case wanting to get right up his bumper and prove to him what a mistake he made. As you can tell I clearly took the higher ground when it came to this guy. But hey, it’s all a learning curve and makes us stronger in the long run. Plus it’s important to experience the idiots so we can appreciate the nice ones.
Anyway after a very crazy BBQ and what can only be described as the biggest jug of Pimms ever (we definitely got our 5 a day fruit wise!) and a little bit of excitement involing jelly and vodka, it’s finally time for bed. Hopefully get back to the usual sleep routine and will attack the work tomorrow. Night night.

Swapping student life for parenting.

So if university is all about broadening your horizons, then we are certainly about to do that. As of tomorrow we will have an 18 month old child in our house. Yes, we’re mad but it’s so exciting it’s unreal. She is my house mate Claire’s god- daughter and we have heard she is a very cute, crazy little thing. However her coming to Chester meant we needed a HUGE clear out of the house; getting rid of empty bottles, numerous pieces of junk and generally making our house child proof. Not an easy challenge. Either way guaranteed chance I will be the broodiest woman ever by Sunday. Sadly this excitement only really includes Claire and myself, the other two girls are politely pooing themselves with the mere thought of it all. Fingers crossed we wont be chasing a moody toddler around, drawing on the walls and eat various pieces of out of date potpourri. Guess at the end of the day it’s all a learning experience…what’s the worse that can happen?

Naming of the epic novel.

So after a year of angonising brain power one finally has a name for the book "He was a sex crazed snuffleufocus" or "The sex crazed snuffleufocus" or "Something that doesnt involve a snuffleufocus, incase people dont know what a snuffleufocus is". Either way a very productive day so far! So there you have it, it is named. Shame the book itself isnt finished. Infact five and a bit A4 pages barely makes a chapter. What i do know is sitting infront of the laptop all day makes your back ache like no mans business, am a little worried of standing up, in case i cant! But on a good note todays work has got the creative cells in my brain going, so finally the work based learning portfolio is well under way. Never imagined i would be writing poems about 'Who ate my Minstrels?' and 'Badly behaving Grannies' for my degree but there you go.

Bank holiday: Day of rest.

Alarm went off at 8am, moved the car, went back to sleep, woke up again at 12pm, watched Pride and prejudice and then went for a meal. Where did the day go? One minute i was in bed and the next...i was back in bed again. I know students sleep but today was crazy, it just flew by. You have to note when i say sleep i dont actually mean sleep. The worst bit about this year with out a doubt, has been my bed! The saying 'sleeping on nails' is pretty close to my current bed. Even with a sleeping bag under the sheet you can still feel every spring. Dread to think what the previous guy was like who had this room last year. Needless to say sleeping is not a nice experience. And if the bed wasnt bad enough, its next to a wall that could quite literally collapse at any moment. Ive already put a stiletto heel through it, but thats another story. So disadvantage number one of being a student...its not that we sleep a lot, its that we have to sleep when ever we can get the chance to.

Released on Shrewsbury

We got back safe and sound from what can only be described as the longest over night trip ever. Thankfully the arguments over the choice of music in the car were pretty non existent; I drove therefore had no say in the matter. Shrewsbury is a beautiful place, id always thought Chester was pretty but Shrewsbury is something else. Could quite happily set up home and have a family there. However, that was not the purpose of our visit. After several home made Margareta’s we were well on our way; exactly where we were on our way to still remained a mystery. Either way it was a brilliant night. I met a dalek, got hit on by an 18 year old, spent a fortune and officially got thrown out of an over 25’s club for ordering (and being refused) a glass of water. But a few glasses (of wine) later our lack of elder males was no longer an issue. We were four girls on the loose and our aim was to have fun. By 4am we were all asleep, or passed out which ever way you want to look at it?! This morning was just as good, woke up to English sunshine and no hangover. Result! After a quick pub lunch and a toddle round Shrewsbury, with quotes such as “I don’t remember this bar from last night” we hit the road. The journey back was easy, with a Tom-tom, an A-Z map of England and three girls in the car we were never going to get lost. And sadly the highlight was being mooned by a car full of guys; hairy bums are never a nice sight at the best of times. But hey made us all giggle. So all in all great night/day out and would happily do it again. Right…now back to the Uni work.

Day 2 of blog heaven.

Woke up to another miserable day and no hot water. The wonders of student life, at least we will all smell together. We (the housemates and i) are about to embark on a journey to Shrewsbury for the night. Sadly this is very exciting as stepping out of Chester these days is a rarity. So getting ready for an hours drive full of cheesy pop tunes, giggly girls and far more lunggage (shoes) than we will ever need. Anyway that will give you a rough idea of the level of excitement in our house. at the moment. Its like christmas, expect one of us will probably end up getting with Santa tonight. So the argument over who gets front seat begins and the three nutters take to the road...

Well think the first hurdle was deciding what background to have and lets face it at 12am it's not really the most important thing to be deciding! Can see this becoming a problem, as in a good problem don't get me wrong. More of a distraction than a problem actually. Errgg should probably shut my mouth now. Maybe its lack of sleep kicking in who knows? What i do know is this time 24 hours ago i was sitting in a bath, practically fully clothed, with a bath hat on and explaning to my friend how we should become shaving buddies. Yes, there was alcohol involved and yes there was an awful lot of it. However, if being a student has taught me one thing, it's that no matter how much you drink it's still possible to wake up with a clear head. One of life's mysteries?