There are some things that are meant to be.
For example, a few posts ago I apologised that nothing ever happens to me anymore. As usual, I spoke too soon.
Last Friday it was both my birthday and my last day of work before I leave for South Africa tomorrow.
The morning began well with a bike sitting in my front room waiting for me. It is my first very own bike since I was 5, and it is very nice. It has an aluminium frame and a removable wheel!
Obviously this cost a lot of money, but there were still a number of presents scattered across the sofa. I began to open them.
A summary of these presents:
Immodium
Anti-bacterial handwash
Mars Bars
Paracetamols
Anti-bacterial handwash
Wet Wipes
Facial Wipes
Ten packets of ten tissues
More Anti-bacterial handwash
As you can tell my Mum is worried about me going to South Africa.
Anyway, I went to work and had a decent day. I got a card from the class I have worked most in and a card from the class I worked often in, it was very lovely.
I headed home for the evening. I got home. I'd forgotten my card, and my Mum said I needed to sort out my currency for my trip. So me and my brother went back to my school to retrieve my card and then headed for the Post Office.
Well, the bank first. Then my brother went to look for shoes and I went looking for the Post Office. I walked along the street and thought to myself,
"I'm sure it used to be somewhere here."
And after pacing past where it used to be a number of times I realised it was the one with the whitewashed windows and the notice saying,
POST OFFICE MOVED TO WH SMITHS
Oh.
I walked along to Smiths and met my brother on the way. There I exchanged my money and we set off home, where we decided to walk the dogs.
The walk was uneventful, and when we got back some guests had arrived.
The evening proceeded peacefully and with some mild humour. Then everyone bar one friend went home, and I spoke to my Uncle for half an hour on the phone.
It was then that I began to feel sick. Soon after I gave my friend a lift home, and went to bed.
And so the night began.
Vomiting violently throughout the night and having continuous diarrhoea for an hour in one sitting is quite annoying, and once again the title of this blog comes up trumps (very loud and wet ones). The stench was unbearable and my brother moved from our room to the lounge. That doesn't mean to say I had diarrhoea in our room, but I had been sick in a bowl in there.
At least it wasn't so bad as Shakespeare's birthday.
The next day I did, of course, starve myself, and slowly but surely I recovered. Today I feel fine, if slightly annoyed at Federer's loss the other day.
Now there is only South Africa to worry about. I saved my Immodium last Friday night but hopefully it won't be necessary in South Africa over the next three weeks.
Tuesday 8 July 2008
Thursday 3 July 2008
A Boy by the Window
A poem written off the cuff inspired by something seen today.
A boy stands by the window,
watching the other children playing.
Why is he standing there so still and straight?
What has he done, or is he thinking to make him stand so still and straight?
Perhaps he is thinking of times gone by,
of his home or of that awful lie,
perhaps he is thinking of a cunning plan,
but working out just how he can,
perhaps he has hurt someone or something,
perhaps he's been told not to sing,
perhaps he is sad and moody,
perhaps his mother is feeling broody (and thus he's jealous),
perhaps he has lost a friend,
perhaps he's gone round the bend,
perhaps he wants to cry out loud,
or stand there quiet, quite unproud,
perhaps he needs something to do,
perhaps he's left out of the crew,
perhaps he is munching a sweet,
perhaps that's where him and her meet,
perhaps he is just wondering,
what that boy in the corner is doing,
why is he sitting all curled up
Crying like a little whipped pup?
A boy stands by the window,
watching the other children playing.
Why is he standing there so still and straight?
What has he done, or is he thinking to make him stand so still and straight?
Perhaps he is thinking of times gone by,
of his home or of that awful lie,
perhaps he is thinking of a cunning plan,
but working out just how he can,
perhaps he has hurt someone or something,
perhaps he's been told not to sing,
perhaps he is sad and moody,
perhaps his mother is feeling broody (and thus he's jealous),
perhaps he has lost a friend,
perhaps he's gone round the bend,
perhaps he wants to cry out loud,
or stand there quiet, quite unproud,
perhaps he needs something to do,
perhaps he's left out of the crew,
perhaps he is munching a sweet,
perhaps that's where him and her meet,
perhaps he is just wondering,
what that boy in the corner is doing,
why is he sitting all curled up
Crying like a little whipped pup?
Wednesday 2 July 2008
A Host of Information, unfortunately mainly about me
A new month. At last, a new post.
It has been hectic for the past week or so, and thus I have been either too busy or too shattered to write anything.
Last Friday my Dad picked me up from work and straight away we headed for Manchester. My brother lives in Manchester and because he is far cleverer than me he has finished a degree and has now decided to stay living in Manchester. Because he is far better looking than me and an all round better person than me as well he is also getting married in the summer.
But not before I have returned from South Africa (unless my flight is delayed).
I fly to South Africa next Wednesday evening, and it is quite a petrifying wait. Hopefully it will be worth the suspense.
You see, my Dad was on the phone to a family friend who's often over there the other week. He told my Dad that I shouldn't carry a rucksack in town, but a carrier bag instead because last year in South Africa there were 9000 murders. 9000! Hopefully I will not be part of this year's statistics.
Recently I have taken it upon myself to read the Narnia series.
Many years ago I began The Magician's Nephew but soon got bored and left it.
This time I finished it within 24 hours of starting it. A good read I thought. Perhaps you will disagree with me. I found truths (or believed-to-be truths) on so many different levels that it made GCSE English seem almost worthwhile.
This week is my last at work, unless they offer me a place for next year, which is possible though unlikely.
So, my life enters a whirlwind of uncertainty and the front of a wind of change.
Let us see where it carries us.
Now for some other information because otherwise you will believe me to be like the seagulls in Finding Nemo:
To provide you with this lovely information I went to a site to find out about Dolphins. It was useless. I could have told you each of those facts, and in a better way. So I will.
The most interesting is that Dolphins sleep and swim at the same time. I seem to remember this is called unilateral sleep. Essentially, one half of the dolphins brain shuts down whilst the other continues to operate. This means they don't forget to come up for air, which is quite important when you're a mammal.
The other one of slight interest is that there are dolphins in the world who are blind. They use sonar to find their way round their river. I seem to recall that these are either extinct or very nearly there from the news a few weeks ago.
There, some useless information from my brain, not the internet.
Please share your interesting though brilliantly useless information in the comments. That way we can all learn something new today (and not go to Sainsbury's to try it instad).
It has been hectic for the past week or so, and thus I have been either too busy or too shattered to write anything.
Last Friday my Dad picked me up from work and straight away we headed for Manchester. My brother lives in Manchester and because he is far cleverer than me he has finished a degree and has now decided to stay living in Manchester. Because he is far better looking than me and an all round better person than me as well he is also getting married in the summer.
But not before I have returned from South Africa (unless my flight is delayed).
I fly to South Africa next Wednesday evening, and it is quite a petrifying wait. Hopefully it will be worth the suspense.
You see, my Dad was on the phone to a family friend who's often over there the other week. He told my Dad that I shouldn't carry a rucksack in town, but a carrier bag instead because last year in South Africa there were 9000 murders. 9000! Hopefully I will not be part of this year's statistics.
Recently I have taken it upon myself to read the Narnia series.
Many years ago I began The Magician's Nephew but soon got bored and left it.
This time I finished it within 24 hours of starting it. A good read I thought. Perhaps you will disagree with me. I found truths (or believed-to-be truths) on so many different levels that it made GCSE English seem almost worthwhile.
This week is my last at work, unless they offer me a place for next year, which is possible though unlikely.
So, my life enters a whirlwind of uncertainty and the front of a wind of change.
Let us see where it carries us.
Now for some other information because otherwise you will believe me to be like the seagulls in Finding Nemo:
To provide you with this lovely information I went to a site to find out about Dolphins. It was useless. I could have told you each of those facts, and in a better way. So I will.
The most interesting is that Dolphins sleep and swim at the same time. I seem to remember this is called unilateral sleep. Essentially, one half of the dolphins brain shuts down whilst the other continues to operate. This means they don't forget to come up for air, which is quite important when you're a mammal.
The other one of slight interest is that there are dolphins in the world who are blind. They use sonar to find their way round their river. I seem to recall that these are either extinct or very nearly there from the news a few weeks ago.
There, some useless information from my brain, not the internet.
Please share your interesting though brilliantly useless information in the comments. That way we can all learn something new today (and not go to Sainsbury's to try it instad).
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