The oak tree was cut down last week. I wasn't here to see it, which is good, because I was much more sad about this than about any of my pets dying. True, I've only had hamsters, they only last about two years anyway. But that oak tree had to be about two hundred years old, give or take...I mean, looking at the stump now..."stump" is a poor word. ( Read more... )

Today I found out what the topic is for next term in my class. I won't be there, I'll be back at college.

And the kids will be doing Ancient Rome.

*cries*

That's such a good question I'm going to have to do a top ten.

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I don’t think the British have really got Halloween. In America, it looks like everyone really gets into it - the kids dress up and go around the neighbourhood, their neighbours say “How cute!” and bring out the treats. After a little while, the kids go home and get ill from the overdose of sugar. I’m sure it’s not so friendly everywhere, but ( Read more... )

I just took the practice British Citizenship test on the BBC website. Now it's not official, but it's based on the information in the citizenship handbook.

And I FAILED.

And one of the answers was given to me in the anti-racism seminar. Wow. So people who want British Citizenship and weren't born here have to study this rubbish and take a 45 minute ( Read more... )

Dear Woman in the house on Okehampton Street,

Hi. You know how your house backs onto the railway line? Well, when the 06:53 train went past yesterday morning, we could all see you dancing in your bra. I reckon you should keep your curtains shut until after you're fully dressed. Just a suggestion.

Sincerely,

Jess (A Helpful Commuter)

P.S. Nice

Tuesday started quite badly. I was late to leave the house and had to run to the station. And it was raining. Then the train was late into Plymouth, and I had to run to catch the bus. And it was still raining. Then the bus was late arriving. I was at one of those bus stops where it tells you which buses are on the way, and the ETA kept increasing. ( Read more... )

I'm now in my second week of getting the 06:53 train from Exeter to Plymouth, and the 18:00 train home again. My working day is thirteen hours long.

And I feel...okay. I'm kind of used to getting up early now, and I get most of my work done on the train. I feared I might be brain-dead, but it's working out alright.

My class notes might tell a ( Read more... )

I did something that would make a medieval priest excommunicate me.

...there are lots of things that could be, but this isn't one of the bad ones. And it certainly isn't the thing you first thought of. You should be ashamed of yourself.


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This is as fun as that zombie question! Engaging Noir mode:

"The weak light from the streetlamp pooled on the sidewalk, like a stream of hope that had melted and trickled away, leaving only a faint mark to show it had been there. Much like my hope of ever completing this case. The memory of the Police Chief's smirk made my guts clench in helpless ( Read more... )