sheldrake

As you may have guessed, I'm back from mini-holiday. Dorset was full of sunshine and baa-lambs and primrose banks and bluebell woods and steep cliff paths and rocky pools, and we looked for fossils and had cream teas and went on a steam train and waved at the people exploring the castle ruins as we passed them by.. ahh yes... and in less traditionally Famous Five type activities, we admired the many tanks strewn across Dorset, played on the Wii, were disturbed by unpleasant racist undertones (ok, that is quite Famous Five), watched the Grand National and got addicted to Katie and Peter: The Next Chapter. And we discovered that it is indeed hard for a mother to hold a crab up to her baby son's face, but that it is sometimes necessary if one wants amusing snapshots. Then it snowed, wtf? Then I came back and Doctor Who was on and I enjoyed it and yay.

I am tired and rambling. General work rubbishness draws on apace, so I'll either be completely silent for the next few weeks, or popping up every other day, sobbing and raving. You can only hope it's the former.

Comment replies will happen, I promise. Just as soon as I've deferred my student loan / cleaned the bathroom / applied for a crap version of my own job etc.

ps. I would just like to remind everyone on the internet (not any of you obviously) that the name Russell actually has two Ls at the end, not one. Thank you. I sleep now.