If talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, then the world of Bloggers must surely be filled with complete loons.
So I've been absent for some time, trying to regain some sanity in my mixed up world, whether this has been successful is anyone's guess but I'm not looking for a one piece white ensemble which ties in the back just yet.....so there's still hope.
So what have I been up to, Uni stuff mainly...searching library for books, reading books, making notes from books, quoting from books....There's generally a whole big 'book' thing at Uni.
This week saw the deadline for my final, ever, presentation/student lead seminar. Alison and I put in three weeks of research and possible areas of exploration to discuss with our classmates on the TV show Cracker and other such crime dramas. We spent nearly an hour finding pictures for our powerpoint which would ease the wordy nature of the presentation and I produced a lighter aspect to encourage discussion which, would hopefully keep the guys in my class awake and interested.
The fateful day arrived last Tuesday. Alison and I were confident and ready....ish....for whatever our fellow 20-odd students could throw at us. As it turns out, we may have well just showed the episode of Cracker and told the three.....yes that's THREE....people who bothered to show up to talk about the episode. Grrr!!! (oh, and did I mention that dad and I drove through a full on blizzard to make it back to Southampton so I could do this seminar....now that's dedication)
The mild weather of recent weeks was gladly received...winter not really being my forte, I enjoyed a nice walk along the few miles of seafront with my father on a particularly sunny day a couple of weeks ago. It was soon after some gale type weather which meant most of the paved frontage was covered with sea shrapnel and some ingenious Krypton Factor style avoidance was needed in finding a path through.
As an advocate for the simple things dad an I spent a good few minutes watching the incoming tide crash over the sea defences near the Lobster Pot cafe. I was hoping to see some innocent soul get an unexpected soaking, alas I was disappointed...there's always next time.
Ally's birthday was last Monday.....HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY!.....and, as the girl was working til 10pm, a surprise cake was organised. At ten past ten Elin lit the 22 candles on the hedgehog inspired chocolate cake and we positioned ourselves in the dark to await the birthday girl who was imminent. At ten twenty five the decorative iced leaves were catching fire, the chocolate icing was turning into a mixture of melted wax and blackened icing and a Caterpillar made from icing had lost it's rump. Hurried and innovative redesign of the cake rescued the hedgehog which now had a 'roadkill' theme and a single candle was put onto the cake....shortly, and a second single candle later, the birthday girl put in an appearance. The cake, I can happily report, tasted none worse the wear for its trauma.