I am shockingly bad at keeping this blog updated.

It’s August! We’re well and truly heading towards the end of the year. I’ve (un)officially completed 4 years of tertiary education; the dissertation is in, and graduation’s at the end of the year; my application for a work visa is ‘being processed’; the REAL JOB starts in three weeks; and in a couple of days (fingers crossed), Dranko, Sam, and I are signing the 12-month contract for a flat. It’s all quite exciting. And not a little scary. Hey-ho.

It’s also beginning to look a lot less like summer, and a lot more like autumn. London’s been fairly consistently grey for the last couple of days, and it’s drizzling as I type. The temperature has come down from being in the heavenly range of 23 to 28 degrees, to being mostly below 21, and occasionally as low as 13. The tights and jackets have reappeared. I still can’t get into a bikini.

Since my last update, I’ve made a quick trip home for the baby’s 21st, been to Ireland and the Aran Islands, surfed for the first time, and discovered Red Dwarf. My French has improved, I’ve started to keep a diary in Chinese, and Sam’s DVDs are slightly less accessible than they used to be. It’s amazing how much space a decent set of theology books can take.

I’ve also gotten a lot better at cooking, washing up, doing the laundry, ironing, vacuuming/mopping the floors, and cleaning a bathroom. Which, it turns out, are fairly useful skills to have. Despite my mum’s mortified ‘we didn’t send you to university to be someone else’s slave’, this has little to do with pre-feminist oppression, and much to do with basic necessity. The boys will do their fair share too (if not more, given respective likelihoods of amount of time spent in flat), before anyone asks. Besides, making things sparkly is surprisingly fulfilling.

This week, though, has been impressively unproductive. I blame the turn in weather. All I want to do is curl up under a blanket and read. Which isn’t that bad really, and, as I keep pointing out to Sam, it is my last summer holiday ever. I would happily be out in a park reading, but blue skies and warm days are now but a distant memory.

Still, there are plenty of things I want to do before the next couple of weeks are up: go for a Prom, visit the National Gallery, sign up to be a reader at the BL, finish Frank Sheen’s Introduction to Theology, get a set of UNO cards, go to Borough Market, beat Dranko’s score at WordUp…

And really, it’s going to be quite a busy couple of weeks. Sam’s parents are coming this Saturday to watch Burn the Floor with us, I’ve got to be in Derby at some point next week for work visa stuff, my parents are in London on the 24th enroute to NY, and Sam and I are in Derby again for some Alton Tower fun. In between all of that I need to sort out my wardrobe for work, chase up the flat contract, and pray my work visa comes back in time.

Not a quality update, but I promise more regular ones in the future! Though for all I know this blog has a readership of moi. I’m off to the gym for a run and a swim – and maybe dinner afterwards, if I can sweet-talk the boy into an evening out :p

xxx

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