More more more - (how do you like it how do you like it)

More pictures! I'm doing these posts in chunks to avoid complete overload.

 

Southampton as we waited there on the way to Worthing. Home! It felt very odd not getting off here.

 The very picturesque Worthing station. I had to get off here and get a train to Durrington - on -Sea as that was closer to the house below.

This is the house that I've been staying in. Note the 1930s architecture and all the plants. These plants were under strict not to die whilst I was here, and had to be watered every morning and evening.

See pretty flowers!

On the Saturday night we walked down to the seafront. These are the quaint beachhuts that you can rent from the council. There is like a 50 year wait for one of these and in essence you are paying to sit in a hut and look at the sea. Very odd and british neh?

The beach at Worthing is nearly all pebbles. When it's high tide and you decide to go swimming this makes for interesting entry of the water as you wade through seaweed and then have to avoid cutting you feet on the stones. But the water is lovely and warm. It is also very very clean. Makes for perfect swimming!

For some reason on the Saturday night there was a street fair. We got to look over lots of gourmet food such as these Breton biscuits...

....giant paella...

...but we settled on dolmades and olives from the big mediterranean stall. I've noticed a real surge in such stalls at these events over the past few years. People must be developing better taste, which is always a good thing.

These are lovely meaty green olives with garlic and basil and something else. Lemon perhaps. Sorry for the fuzzy quality still learning about my camera. Needless to say they were great....

...and provoked this estatic olive eating face from Chris!

More more more - (how do you like it how do you like it)

More pictures! I'm doing these posts in chunks to avoid complete overload.

 

Southampton as we waited there on the way to Worthing. Home! It felt very odd not getting off here.

 The very picturesque Worthing station. I had to get off here and get a train to Durrington - on -Sea as that was closer to the house below.

This is the house that I've been staying in. Note the 1930s architecture and all the plants. These plants were under strict not to die whilst I was here, and had to be watered every morning and evening.

See pretty flowers!

On the Saturday night we walked down to the seafront. These are the quaint beachhuts that you can rent from the council. There is like a 50 year wait for one of these and in essence you are paying to sit in a hut and look at the sea. Very odd and british neh?

The beach at Worthing is nearly all pebbles. When it's high tide and you decide to go swimming this makes for interesting entry of the water as you wade through seaweed and then have to avoid cutting you feet on the stones. But the water is lovely and warm. It is also very very clean. Makes for perfect swimming!

For some reason on the Saturday night there was a street fair. We got to look over lots of gourmet food such as these Breton biscuits...

....giant paella...

...but we settled on dolmades and olives from the big mediterranean stall. I've noticed a real surge in such stalls at these events over the past few years. People must be developing better taste, which is always a good thing.

These are lovely meaty green olives with garlic and basil and something else. Lemon perhaps. Sorry for the fuzzy quality still learning about my camera. Needless to say they were great....

...and provoked this estatic olive eating face from Chris!

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside....

Though today is the first day I've been in the sea!

Here is the first photo essay post for this very enjoyable holiday.

My bags before I left...

...the huge long container train that had 34 carriages and went through the station whilst I waited for my train...

...watch it go!

The inside of my bag with all important licorice allsorts for sustenance...

...music and tickets to ensure the journey went smoothly. Note the low price, firstminutefares from First Great Western really are value for money. If you book early enough you can get 50% off.

These are the view from the window as I travelled across the country. I noticed that the further east I got, the countryside took on a yellower, more dusty looking hue. Though I don't think I have any pictures to prove that.

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside....

Though today is the first day I've been in the sea!

Here is the first photo essay post for this very enjoyable holiday.

My bags before I left...

...the huge long container train that had 34 carriages and went through the station whilst I waited for my train...

...watch it go!

The inside of my bag with all important licorice allsorts for sustenance...

...music and tickets to ensure the journey went smoothly. Note the low price, firstminutefares from First Great Western really are value for money. If you book early enough you can get 50% off.

These are the view from the window as I travelled across the country. I noticed that the further east I got, the countryside took on a yellower, more dusty looking hue. Though I don't think I have any pictures to prove that.

Holiday! Celebrate! ( In the style of Madonna )

I am away for a week at the seaside, pics and humour and things and news on lumps when I return!

Holiday! Celebrate! ( In the style of Madonna )

I am away for a week at the seaside, pics and humour and things and news on lumps when I return! 

If only I got to do this everyday!

From top down:- Double dutch braids pinned high across, double french tucked under, dutch crown braid, crisscross braid into loop, heidi plaits.

All for my sister's ballet exam. I go and do the hair for the less coiffure minded mums.

If only I got to do this everyday!

From top down:- Double dutch braids pinned high across, double french tucked under, dutch crown braid, crisscross braid into loop, heidi plaits.

All for my sister's ballet exam. I go and do the hair for the less coiffure minded mums.

Right here, right now.

Surrounded by bureaucratic paraphranalia, envelopes across my desk like leaves in autumn gutters, I am working the best I can. There is little to fill my time and thoughts are coursing through my synapses. Broken memories and broken dreams are colliding. There is so much I need to say to certain people.

I am afraid.

Humour is no substitute for truth.

Aching clasps my sternum, heaving, trying to bend to snap. I'm trying to show in snippets how much I can care and at the same time appear unthreatening. I don't want to scare people away. Bend my ear, I'm not going to go away.

Some where inside me there is an unexplained object that scares me more than alienating those I care about. Having been given an appointment with a consultant I am only more scared. More than the incessant Westbury lonliness, the cancer word, however unlikly hovers in my brain. I know I'm young, I know it would be very unlikely, but there's always that one in a million chance.

There's always that one in a million chance if I get a phonecall this evening it will be words I want to hear. But the reality is it will bring more pain and hurt and longing and not having and ending.

There's a one in a million chance I'll be happy again. That I'll be able to live through all this mess and be who I was supposed to be.

I wish I was like Chris and couldn't feel. For all my posturing, for all my you need to know the lowest lows to understand when you're having the highest highs, I hate having these huge sweeps between bliss and despair. The rest of the world burbles by without thinking for a second how we are a blink in the eye of the universe, that we are less than air particles moved by said eye's eyelash. Oh how to be so ignorant. My head swims with my aches and hurts and desires, but trembles, quivers at the insignificance of it all and berates myself for worrying over something so meaningless.

I am not changing the world. I'm not making anyone's life better. I am not one of the chosen few who can.

My current book, 'How the bible became a book" fills me with questions I cannot have answered. There is no one here to discuss the things that I love to dissect and I feel this absence.

I miss late night conversations about creators and gods and politics looking at glow in the dark stars.

I miss hiding in the history reading room and finding things that make me buzz with ideas and knowing I'm alive and in this place that I was so clearly meant to be.

I wish on stars and floating seeds. Always the same green star of a wish. That I might get that one chance to try.

Right here, right now.

Surrounded by bureaucratic paraphranalia, envelopes across my desk like leaves in autumn gutters, I am working the best I can. There is little to fill my time and thoughts are coursing through my synapses. Broken memories and broken dreams are colliding. There is so much I need to say to certain people.

I am afraid.

Humour is no substitute for truth.

Aching clasps my sternum, heaving, trying to bend to snap. I'm trying to show in snippets how much I can care and at the same time appear unthreatening. I don't want to scare people away. Bend my ear, I'm not going to go away.

Some where inside me there is an unexplained object that scares me more than alienating those I care about. Having been given an appointment with a consultant I am only more scared. More than the incessant Westbury lonliness, the cancer word, however unlikly hovers in my brain. I know I'm young, I know it would be very unlikely, but there's always that one in a million chance.

There's always that one in a million chance if I get a phonecall this evening it will be words I want to hear. But the reality is it will bring more pain and hurt and longing and not having and ending.

There's a one in a million chance I'll be happy again. That I'll be able to live through all this mess and be who I was supposed to be.

I wish I was like Chris and couldn't feel. For all my posturing, for all my you need to know the lowest lows to understand when you're having the highest highs, I hate having these huge sweeps between bliss and despair. The rest of the world burbles by without thinking for a second how we are a blink in the eye of the universe, that we are less than air particles moved by said eye's eyelash. Oh how to be so ignorant. My head swims with my aches and hurts and desires, but trembles, quivers at the insignificance of it all and berates myself for worrying over something so meaningless.

I am not changing the world. I'm not making anyone's life better. I am not one of the chosen few who can.

My current book, 'How the bible became a book" fills me with questions I cannot have answered. There is no one here to discuss the things that I love to dissect and I feel this absence.

I miss late night conversations about creators and gods and politics looking at glow in the dark stars.

I miss hiding in the history reading room and finding things that make me buzz with ideas and knowing I'm alive and in this place that I was so clearly meant to be.

I wish on stars and floating seeds. Always the same green star of a wish. That I might get that one chance to try.

Because I can...

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A rabbit - just because.

And in other news: I have done some tiny baby related knitting for a certain couple who will be having tiny scottish babies.

I got to do a powerpoint presentation at work and it was the highlight of my day and I was so excited that I almost died from over stimulation. That was yesterday. I am currently back to labelling envelopes.

It is my last day today before I go on holiday for 6 days. I've been here 4 weeks and I need a holiday already! Tomorrow will be spent doing the hair of small girls for their ballet exam. I will post pics of my amazing handiwork.

This day is dragging.....

Because I can...

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(='.'=)
(")_(")

A rabbit - just because.

And in other news: I have done some tiny baby related knitting for a certain couple who will be having tiny scottish babies.

I got to do a powerpoint presentation at work and it was the highlight of my day and I was so excited that I almost died from over stimulation. That was yesterday. I am currently back to labelling envelopes.

It is my last day today before I go on holiday for 6 days. I've been here 4 weeks and I need a holiday already! Tomorrow will be spent doing the hair of small girls for their ballet exam. I will post pics of my amazing handiwork.

This day is dragging.....

High 9 Isle possible flag....

For the pirates of the micronation, High 9 Isle

High 9 Isle possible flag....

For the pirates of the micronation, High 9 Isle