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Firstly, this is a very late but well deserved HAPPITY BIRTHDAY to the one and only Guru of Cool -

balthaser. She is, quite frankly, cool. She has purple hair, the same amount of piercings as I do (this wil change, alas) and apart from anything else is a truly fabulous person. I actually have her birthday present waiting to give - which is why we all need a meet-up - and all in all it's a very happy birthday to someone else who makes the weird connection in my life make sense.

Today is Monday and I haven't updated for a while. It's been a very long and very strange weekend, and to be honest I can't claim to have enjoyed it. Friday night I went to Guides which was shockingly underattended, and then I went home and lounged in front on the TV whilst recieiving drunken phone calls from Clare, first asking me who Prince Rupert was (all I could come up with the Prince Rupert of the Nassau and his brother Maurice who came over from the Palatine to help fight in the Civil War, being the nephews of Charles I and I COULD GO ON MORE LIKE THIS FOR I AM TEH HISTORY NERD) and then informing me that she was on the roof. I was surprised, to say the least. Apparently it was all safe and balconied. Hmm.

So, I woke up the next morning and to my eternal surprise, it was wrm, sunny, and generally beautiful. I make no secret of the fact I prefer winter and do not like the sun, but there is something utterly wonderful about the first few days of spring, where it's all beautiful and warm. I wandered happily through Ormskirk in the sunshine and even on the bus, with the window open, it was a pleasent breeze. In the sunshine, even sitting outside MacDonalds with a bagel is nice. Of course, I completely forgot about the link between my work and the sunshine.

Firstly, physical discomfort. I work in a big mental building. Not fun and a bad start as it's like a pressure cooker. Harrumph.

Secondly, however, is this weird switch in the average UK resident's brain. Say you've lived in the UK for five years. You'll suddenly notice that the more sun, the more you have this strange and indecipherable urge to do DIY. You may live in the perfect house. You may have no reason to. You may have no skills. You may well normally hate it. But you'll find yourself in the car, driving around to buy flat-packed garden furniture, bedding plants and laminated flooring. People even look confused when paying. I can't understannd this, at all, but there we are. Life is not fun on a sunny day working in Homebase.

So, I came home feeling distinctly unamused by the sun, especially as I was sprinting to catch the bus in what would have been impressive, really, if it didn't leave me sweating and panting on an overcrowded bus full of scallies. OH YAY.

I came home and decided to take advantage of the remaining sunshine, and walked the dog. This was the part of the day that truly soured my day, and resulted in me phoning the police and wibbling. I walked the dog across the park, and on the way back, I went via the duckpond.

I like ducks. I like animals, I like the environment. I do not like it when five teenage boys are throwing stones at the ducks and deliberately trying to hit them. I did something that, in retrospect, and stupid and could have turned much nastier than it did.

So, I went over and simply said "What the hell do you think you're playing at?Leave them alone!"

As expected, they started ignoring the ducks and paying attention to me, throwing abuse and whatnot, and then about ten otherpeople wandered into view. I walked away, and said that if they didn't stop it, I would call the police.

Then they started stoning me as well. A particularly painful one struck me on the back, and a few more at my legs and near my head. I turned around and would have maybe started more, but then I remembered that I had a cowering dog by my side and I didn't want Tai to get hurt. I walked away, ignoring the abuse (personal favourite was "GINGA MUFF EATER!" Erm...), turned the corner and then phoned the police. They were very kind and promised to send someone to a park. I went home and sat down and wibbled quite spectacularly, as it was quite scary and could have got much nastier, especially given the numbers involved.

It was horrible. I was not happy at all, and felt awful for the rest of the day, even when I sat and watched Dr Who night, which was quite a lot of fun. I could feel the waves of fangirl/fanboy joy when they showed clips from the new show. It's almost contagious.

Clare came over later in the evening, which definitely counts at the high point of the evening.

The next day I was up disgustingly early and then proceeded to watch Dr Who on UKGold. How sad is that? *is ashamed and how much she enjoyed it*

Training came next, which was much more fun. Lil Jess came as a n00b and we had lots of fun. My personal favourite, would be when we had lost repatedly and often, and decided to just take the piss. We ignored their attack, and instead ran forward, grabbed their flag and ran into the woods with it and danced over it. A good day.

And now it is Monday and I have the rather nice possibility of only having to worry about doing the ironing and making tea. Oh, bliss. A day off! What rariety!

~Hathy_Col~