They Say What They Say

Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone! I wore green today, did you?

I had a burst of nostalgia on the weekend when I found my old copy of Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfield in a bookcase at my mum's house, and oops, I'd forgotten that I stole it from the library at my old school. I am such a bad librarian!

I loved that book when I was young(er). Like many girls I had dreams of becoming a prima ballerina while I was growing up and I did take dance classes for a few years before I realised that my talents lay elsewhere. I still love the ballet, though, and go whenever I can. And reading this book the other day brought back a lot of fond memories of leaping about the house in my leotard and ballet slippers to my parents classical records.

*iz a giant dork*

Meanwhile it's still hotter than hades around here, but the bureau of meteorology assure us that the cool change is on its way and the rest of the week will be in the mid to high twenties, as opposed to the current mid to high thirties. I'll believe it when I have to put on a cardi against the evening chill.

One week until I jet off to Perth and I feel like I cannot possibly go until I clean my entire flat from top to bottom. I've been scurrying around since I got home from work, putting things away, changing the sheets and folding laundry. I'm about to do the dishes, and after that I'll sweep mop the kitchen floor and hang my sheets on the line to dry.

Why is it that I only get this urge to spring clean when it's hotter than hell?

Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone! I wore green today, did you?

I had a burst of nostalgia on the weekend when I found my old copy of Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfield in a bookcase at my mum's house, and oops, I'd forgotten that I stole it from the library at my old school. I am such a bad librarian!

I loved that book when I was young(er). Like many girls I had dreams of becoming a prima ballerina while I was growing up and I did take dance classes for a few years before I realised that my talents lay elsewhere. I still love the ballet, though, and go whenever I can. And reading this book the other day brought back a lot of fond memories of leaping about the house in my leotard and ballet slippers to my parents classical records.

*iz a giant dork*

Meanwhile it's still hotter than hades around here, but the bureau of meteorology assure us that the cool change is on its way and the rest of the week will be in the mid to high twenties, as opposed to the current mid to high thirties. I'll believe it when I have to put on a cardi against the evening chill.

One week until I jet off to Perth and I feel like I cannot possibly go until I clean my entire flat from top to bottom. I've been scurrying around since I got home from work, putting things away, changing the sheets and folding laundry. I'm about to do the dishes, and after that I'll sweep mop the kitchen floor and hang my sheets on the line to dry.

Why is it that I only get this urge to spring clean when it's hotter than hell?

I got the laundry hung out but I failed on the dishes front. Instead I've been starting at the new Jared and Jensen that were recently posted at Supernatural Media and watching the fifth season of The West Wing. Poor old Josh just stuffed up and now he's floundering around trying to make amends. It's both funny and heartbreaking.

I think my milk has gone off, even though I've got practically a litre left. I'm not that fussed. I accidentally bought full cream instead of lo-fat the other day and full cream milk always makes me feel slightly ill, plus it wreaks havoc with my asthma.

Hmm, maybe it's time to turn in...

I got the laundry hung out but I failed on the dishes front. Instead I've been starting at the new Jared and Jensen that were recently posted at Supernatural Media and watching the fifth season of The West Wing. Poor old Josh just stuffed up and now he's floundering around trying to make amends. It's both funny and heartbreaking.

I think my milk has gone off, even though I've got practically a litre left. I'm not that fussed. I accidentally bought full cream instead of lo-fat the other day and full cream milk always makes me feel slightly ill, plus it wreaks havoc with my asthma.

Hmm, maybe it's time to turn in...