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Jan. 2nd, 2006 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWell, I'm back in St Andrews. The drive was hell, as my cold is finally blossoming past the "hey, I hurt a bit" stage, and has resulted in streaming eyes, nose and achey sinuses.
Combine this with 90mph and you have a BAD BAD PLAN. God on a STICK.
Mum hugged me and told me to drive safely, I muttered inconsequentially and tried not to hit the wall whilst reversing out of the drive.
The drive itself was dull. I am now thoroughly Over the novelty of driving myself to and from long distance. I ended up singing along to the radio and making up dance routines. This is probably not too safe when one is, as Imentioned, blasting down the motorway and also snezing every so often. Did you know it is impossible to sneeze without closing your eyes? I didn't, until today. I also worked this out at Glasgow, so it really wasn't worth going back home again.
Anyway. I made it back here, to discover a Katie with a pierced tongue, new hair and a pristine house. Selda also arrived back today, and Katie had gone stir crazy. The pierced tongue also meant there was no food in the house. Fortunately, I brought rather a lot, even if there is a milk shortage in St Andrews. No where is open and the garage was sold out! Argh! Powdered milk in tea is Just Wrong, I say, but it will have to do for now. We have a shopping list for tomorrow that incldues Ribena If It's On Offer, toilet paper (um, slightly desperate) and also milk. Rock and roll.
I need to do my exam revision. No, I really do. But for now, I am happy to be home. My room is pristine, for a change, my clothes are all put away, I have a new Spongebob poster up and all my postcards are dotted around my notice board. Lovely. It's nice to be home, even if the house is a little quiet due to a distinct lack of Sarah and Derya. Oh well.
I am going to take another Sudafed and collapse in bed. It is really, truly, wonderful to be back at home, where I can hear the sea, and have absolutely filthy conversations without worrying who's listening because I've probably had the same conversation with them, where I can eat what I want, when I want (within a budget, alas) and the washing up can be left until the morning after. It feels more like home. Which is odd, given I've lived here for... I think this would be my fifteenth week, and I've not even done full weeks, all the time.
We'll see if I'm still thinking that when the name brand food starts to run out, of course.
[eta: one Sudafed later, and I have the insomnia that goes with it, and a sense of smell. The house still smells of Ethel downstairs, but by god my room smells of him. I'm sitting in the corner drinking in lungfuls of air and feeling oddly nostalgic. Roll on Easter!]
~Hathy_Col~
Combine this with 90mph and you have a BAD BAD PLAN. God on a STICK.
Mum hugged me and told me to drive safely, I muttered inconsequentially and tried not to hit the wall whilst reversing out of the drive.
The drive itself was dull. I am now thoroughly Over the novelty of driving myself to and from long distance. I ended up singing along to the radio and making up dance routines. This is probably not too safe when one is, as Imentioned, blasting down the motorway and also snezing every so often. Did you know it is impossible to sneeze without closing your eyes? I didn't, until today. I also worked this out at Glasgow, so it really wasn't worth going back home again.
Anyway. I made it back here, to discover a Katie with a pierced tongue, new hair and a pristine house. Selda also arrived back today, and Katie had gone stir crazy. The pierced tongue also meant there was no food in the house. Fortunately, I brought rather a lot, even if there is a milk shortage in St Andrews. No where is open and the garage was sold out! Argh! Powdered milk in tea is Just Wrong, I say, but it will have to do for now. We have a shopping list for tomorrow that incldues Ribena If It's On Offer, toilet paper (um, slightly desperate) and also milk. Rock and roll.
I need to do my exam revision. No, I really do. But for now, I am happy to be home. My room is pristine, for a change, my clothes are all put away, I have a new Spongebob poster up and all my postcards are dotted around my notice board. Lovely. It's nice to be home, even if the house is a little quiet due to a distinct lack of Sarah and Derya. Oh well.
I am going to take another Sudafed and collapse in bed. It is really, truly, wonderful to be back at home, where I can hear the sea, and have absolutely filthy conversations without worrying who's listening because I've probably had the same conversation with them, where I can eat what I want, when I want (within a budget, alas) and the washing up can be left until the morning after. It feels more like home. Which is odd, given I've lived here for... I think this would be my fifteenth week, and I've not even done full weeks, all the time.
We'll see if I'm still thinking that when the name brand food starts to run out, of course.
[eta: one Sudafed later, and I have the insomnia that goes with it, and a sense of smell. The house still smells of Ethel downstairs, but by god my room smells of him. I'm sitting in the corner drinking in lungfuls of air and feeling oddly nostalgic. Roll on Easter!]
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-01-03 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-03 10:58 am (UTC)Wrap up and take care of yourself. I just got over my cold and it was teh sucks. Do you like those lemsip style hot drinks? They seemed to help me. Poor hennie. Snuggle up in your bed and daydream about Simon and weddings.
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Date: 2006-01-03 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-03 03:54 pm (UTC)I am wrapped up and taking care of myself. The best cure seems to be the fish finger butties I'm eating with the mad abandon of living in a house that doesn't disapprove of them.
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Date: 2006-01-04 07:27 pm (UTC)