Away

Its been a magical two weeks away from the hustle and bustle of daily life. Its been interesting to say the least. I am not normally one of those people that go on and on about their holidays and me writing about it is probably the same as me showing you my holiday snaps.

...But there was some interesting things that happened which I will no doubt be informing you of over the next few days. Some of it funny, some of it scary, some of it sad, but all sort of linked in, in a wierd strange kind of way. A bit like Gosford Park (only with middle class graduates rather than jaded aristos, oh, and no murder, but you get my idea).

Alas, its now the last Sunday of my hols, and I have the same horrid back to school feeling I always used to get when I was growing up. Except its not quite as bad, as I dont have a nagging feeling I have forgotten my Chemistry GCSE coursework. However, its the same Sunday teatime /antiques roadshow/Highway/Songs of Praise sinking in the stomach sensation that will probably never go. In fact I will probably be experiencing in the old peoples home knowing me.

In fact its a bit crappier, because my house hasnt been lived in, there is no food in the fridge and I was surrounded by people all last fortnight and now I am all alone. As soon as it will go dark, (and that will be soon) I will start wondering about serial killers, rapists and monsters that may be lurking in the vicinity. Its at moments like this I think "God I wish I had a boyfriend. Preferably one that is 6'2''. And a Boxer. With a gun."