Sun tanning and bad planning.

So today I was quite happily lapping up the rays in the back garden in bikini bottoms and little else. Had been there for about half an hour, minding my own business and occasionally picking up the copy of Nortons Anthology for some “light revision”. Then out of no where a topless guy appeared on our roof; bearing in mind it is not exactly a little roof and its not often there are people just strolling along it! Thankfully this isn’t a tradition in Send (my home town) or else sunbathing or any activity involving minimal clothing would most likely be banned. (Unless your into that kinda thing, in which case go for it.) Still, after a moment of confusion I attempted to run inside, taking as much dignity as I had left and attempting not to trip over any flower pots or other extraneous items scattered across our patio. Sadly forgot to bring the anthology in…the lengths us students go to revise. Anyway after id got over the whole; topless man on the roof thing, my Dad casually explained that there was a guy coming to fix the roof tiles this morning. As you can see our father/ daughter communication is brilliant. Thanks Dad.
But don’t worry, that wasn’t the highlight of the past few days. Not by a long shot. The first of the Uni girls hit 21 a few months back, so on Saturday we headed to Oxford for her party. Now what’s the one thing you don’t do when you at a friends family party, where you know very little people other than the host…yup you’ve guess it; you don’t get plastered! So by the time 10pm rolled around, we were all drinking our own concoctions of a dirty pint, whilst singing (shouting) various renditions of 80s classics and attempting to walk in giant sumo outfits (If you’ve never tried inflatable sumo wresting, you’ve never lived!) We then decided to put a halt on the drinking, for all of 5 minutes when we had to rescue housemate no. 3 who was spooning the upstairs toilet. And who said women can’t hold their drink?! Anyway had an amazing night and how I managed to drive home the next day without getting pulled over will always remain a mystery.
Another highlight was taking my 89yr old Nan shopping for some trainers. Will never quite understand where she got the idea for purchasing the bright white Adidas pair that she finally chose, but bless her. With those shoes and her 32” HD flat-screen she must be one of the coolest Nans around.
So constructive few days (as always). The newest item to the agenda is the planning of my 21st birthday. Now wonder how much male strippers cost…