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The good thing about stepping stones is there's never just one.
If you keep moving from one to the next, eventually you'll reach the other side.

Showing posts with label Christmas cards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas cards. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 December 2010

3 days to go

I just sat and read a book cover to cover, simply because I wanted to, and it was wonderful. No pressure to finish it, no need to search desperately for something clever to say about it - just reading. It's a whole different experience to reading the set books for my course.

  Only six or seven more Christmas cards to make, although it seems like every time I finish one I think of someone else who should be on the list! I'm fast running out of ideas though. Today's job (aside from packing) might have to be scouring the internet for some ideas to steal. Oh, I also need to go shopping. Better get a wriggle on!

xXx

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Nearly there

At exactly this time in four days I will be on a train bound for Crewe, and I can't believe how excited I am about that. For so long it's been my goal to get away from the place but now I can't wait to get back. Although I suspect I'm looking forward to seeing the people in it rather than seeing the place itself.  It turns out I'm only home for two weeks, not three like I thought, so now I'm slightly worried that I won't have chance to see everyone. I'm going to try my hardest though!

 Feeling productive again today because I've managed to get my backside down to the gym. It's strange how doing that one thing for an hour can make the whole day seem worthwhile. Even so I'm not going to stop there; I've still only made 19 Christmas cards so I'd better get a move on and make the other 30!

xXx

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Owwww

I slipped on the ice again today, and this one hurt. I'm seriously wondering if it's possible to get whiplash from falling over. Luckily there was a nice man passing who helped me back onto my feet and made sure I stayed upright before he left. I wish I'd thanked him but I was so close to bursting into tears that I didn't dare say anything. Hopefully it won't put him off helping damsels in distress in the future! Ah my back hurts :(

I've managed to make 11 Christmas cards so far, which is really pretty good for just one day. I'm not going to think about the fact that that's not even a quarter of the number I need.

 xXx

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Experimental cooking

What do you get if you cook peppers, onion, mushrooms and egg in a frying pan?  

I don't know but it's pretty tasty! I used a bit too much onion though, considering I don't really like it. Even after more than two years practice it's still really hard to get portion size right when I'm cooking.

 Woke up this morning to find my first Christmas card had come through the door. That's a bit too enthusiastic for me. Or maybe it just makes me feel guilty because so far the grand total of Christmas cards I've made is none. It's from the lovely old lady on the ground floor (not the one who looked down her nose and asked if I was in the right sound), I wonder if she's written one to everyone in the sound. I would like to but I don't know anyone else's name! Except Rachel of course.

  I had such a lovely dream last night. It was kind of sad to have to wake up from it.

  Last night our lecturer took everyone to the pub and bought us a drink. I would have appreciated it more if the drink hadn't been wine so I could have had one, but it's the thought that counts! It was at Oran Mor, which is a converted church that has a blue halo round the spire and I've wanted to go there since I first saw it, so I guess he gets some points for taking us there. 

  A few of us were on the brink of leaving and then we just randomly decided to go to the cinema. We got chips and gravy on the way, which was an absolutely gorgeous treat. I love the way things taste better when you hardly ever have them! Anyway the flim was the girl who kicked the hornets nest. It's a very intense film, but what actually struck me most was how strange it was to hear Swedish again. I had forgotten about the little things that we just don't have in English, like inhaling to mean 'yes'. I really want to go back again!

xXx