"In an English country garden"
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croissantkatieI spent the majority of last week painting my brother's bedroom, which was actually quite fun if rather time consuming due to the lack of flat walls. Although it probably would have been better if my brother had done some more of it. It does look rather nice though.
Over the weekend, there was a "Vintage Cream Tea Weekend" in my village. I honestly think they are trying to win some sort of quaint English village award. That or they are doing their best to emulate many of the villages from Midsomer Murders. They had bunting, a WI stall and brass band music which appeared to be coming from the shrubbery. Although the cream tea I had was actually very good. I am slightly sad to say it was the first one I'd had all year which didn't have squirty cream out of a can. I don't think I've had a single one with clotted cream this year. I spent the majority of the time I was there trying not to laugh hysterically. I only partially succeeded. Although it was nowhere near as funny as when we went round the open gardens in the village and ended up having tea and cake in the garden of the vicarage with the vicar's children playing music on the oboe and violin respectively in the background.
Our bank holiday plans initially consisted of my family going to watch the final day of the test match at Lord's. This was rather effectively scuppered. Although admittedly we did realise this by Saturday so we had time to organise something else. The test match, well, I'm rather glad it ended really. The betting scandal really put a damper on things anyway, even if the Trott/Broad partnership was incredible. Even if Trott is actually South African, which I didn't know. And cricketers seem completely incapable of coming up with decent nicknames. They just seem to add -y to the end of their names. Trotty, Cooky, Broady, Matty. Seriously?
But that is besides the point! In the end we went to Edgbaston and watched Warwickshire play Scotland in a 40 over game. It was fun, if rather tiring, and my family should not be allowed to travel in confined spaces with each other. It also took me a fair while to get my eye in and I did spend a fair bit of time wishing for TMS. There was also a rather dreadful moment when we were driving around looking for somewhere to park on the road when both me and my mum had a flashback to doing the same thing in Liverpool. The cricket though was enjoyable, even if it did look like Warwickshire were going to win by miles at one point. Scotland managed to make it a bit of a tight run thing, but they still lost.
This week hasn't consisted of much besides going in for enrollment for school. It went far better than I expected as I was really dreading it. We only had to fill in some forms, confirm our course choices and pay for certificate postage for the end of next year. My form mostly sat around and chatted whilst we waited for our tutor to sign all our forms. I haven't seen any of my form over the holidays and it was good to talk to them. I live as far west as the catchment area for my school goes, and the majority of people I talk to in my form live on the far east side of the area. I'm not entirely sure about my timetable for school next year. Admittedly it is only provisional, and tutor and critical thinking haven't been put on yet, so that's three hours of lessons which I don't know when I'll have. I currently only have periods 1 and 5 on a Thursday. AGAIN. I'm hoping something will be timetabled in there, as I missed my period 5 far more regularly than I really should have done. I just couldn't cope with that much free time, which the for the majority of I was on my own. Four and a half hours between lessons? Not my idea of fun. On the plus side, I should finish at lunch on both Tuesday and Friday.
I also still have the majority of my teachers I get on with. I only have two new ones, and that's only because one of my history teachers doesn't actually teach early modern to the upper sixth (and I'm not sad to see the back of her at all) and one of my maths teachers left to give birth to her daughter at Easter. I'm still not looking forward to going back, but I'm fractionally less scared than I was before.
Now I am going to make myself some more cheese on toast with cranberry jelly. It is quite possibly my favourite savoury snack of all time. Cranberry jelly is one of my favourite things about Christmas, and Sainsbury's had some of their Christmas stock in yesterday so my Mum bought me some. I am incredibly happy about this.
Over the weekend, there was a "Vintage Cream Tea Weekend" in my village. I honestly think they are trying to win some sort of quaint English village award. That or they are doing their best to emulate many of the villages from Midsomer Murders. They had bunting, a WI stall and brass band music which appeared to be coming from the shrubbery. Although the cream tea I had was actually very good. I am slightly sad to say it was the first one I'd had all year which didn't have squirty cream out of a can. I don't think I've had a single one with clotted cream this year. I spent the majority of the time I was there trying not to laugh hysterically. I only partially succeeded. Although it was nowhere near as funny as when we went round the open gardens in the village and ended up having tea and cake in the garden of the vicarage with the vicar's children playing music on the oboe and violin respectively in the background.
Our bank holiday plans initially consisted of my family going to watch the final day of the test match at Lord's. This was rather effectively scuppered. Although admittedly we did realise this by Saturday so we had time to organise something else. The test match, well, I'm rather glad it ended really. The betting scandal really put a damper on things anyway, even if the Trott/Broad partnership was incredible. Even if Trott is actually South African, which I didn't know. And cricketers seem completely incapable of coming up with decent nicknames. They just seem to add -y to the end of their names. Trotty, Cooky, Broady, Matty. Seriously?
But that is besides the point! In the end we went to Edgbaston and watched Warwickshire play Scotland in a 40 over game. It was fun, if rather tiring, and my family should not be allowed to travel in confined spaces with each other. It also took me a fair while to get my eye in and I did spend a fair bit of time wishing for TMS. There was also a rather dreadful moment when we were driving around looking for somewhere to park on the road when both me and my mum had a flashback to doing the same thing in Liverpool. The cricket though was enjoyable, even if it did look like Warwickshire were going to win by miles at one point. Scotland managed to make it a bit of a tight run thing, but they still lost.
This week hasn't consisted of much besides going in for enrollment for school. It went far better than I expected as I was really dreading it. We only had to fill in some forms, confirm our course choices and pay for certificate postage for the end of next year. My form mostly sat around and chatted whilst we waited for our tutor to sign all our forms. I haven't seen any of my form over the holidays and it was good to talk to them. I live as far west as the catchment area for my school goes, and the majority of people I talk to in my form live on the far east side of the area. I'm not entirely sure about my timetable for school next year. Admittedly it is only provisional, and tutor and critical thinking haven't been put on yet, so that's three hours of lessons which I don't know when I'll have. I currently only have periods 1 and 5 on a Thursday. AGAIN. I'm hoping something will be timetabled in there, as I missed my period 5 far more regularly than I really should have done. I just couldn't cope with that much free time, which the for the majority of I was on my own. Four and a half hours between lessons? Not my idea of fun. On the plus side, I should finish at lunch on both Tuesday and Friday.
I also still have the majority of my teachers I get on with. I only have two new ones, and that's only because one of my history teachers doesn't actually teach early modern to the upper sixth (and I'm not sad to see the back of her at all) and one of my maths teachers left to give birth to her daughter at Easter. I'm still not looking forward to going back, but I'm fractionally less scared than I was before.
Now I am going to make myself some more cheese on toast with cranberry jelly. It is quite possibly my favourite savoury snack of all time. Cranberry jelly is one of my favourite things about Christmas, and Sainsbury's had some of their Christmas stock in yesterday so my Mum bought me some. I am incredibly happy about this.
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Date: 2010-09-03 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-04 02:54 pm (UTC)Watching a cricket game sounds like a lot of fun! I've never seen one myself, but I think I would like to someday. In Canada, we're pretty much stuck with Hockey all the time.
Cheese with cranberry jelly? That sounds rather interesting, I think I should try it sometime. You make it sound beyond amazing.
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Date: 2010-09-04 03:40 pm (UTC)Watching cricket is fun, but it's a rather slow moving game, so it depends what you like. We don't really have much hockey, if any over here.
I'm rather in love with that snack. =D