So I neglected this blog and went back to the mental expulsion of tumblr, and occasionally I do still post stuff on there, but increasingly I find it's just a car crash of people who are either 15 or have a mental age thereof desperate to expunge their feelings in the most ridiculously overblown ways possible.
I got back home on Saturday evening, having had a rather uncomfortable drive up because my brother decided he wanted to come up as well. I've spent today sorting out some of my packing; going through washing and sheets, along with planning meals for the family for the next week, which will hopefully go down OK. I washed the cars at the weekend (although a bird pooed on my car's bonnet this afternoon, how dare it it was so beautifully polished!) and so they were gleaming nicely, but I caught the sun on my neck thanks to my patented skin colour options of burnt or white and now I have a horrible itchy rash which I convinced myself earlier was meningitis. Holy run-on sentence, batman. I'm now doped up on anti-histamine tablets so I need to write this and then go wash my face so I can then go collapse in my bed.
I'm feeling very domestic and missing the boy enormously- went to get some paint from Focus earlier and found paint samples, so I started imagining us living together and painting our own house...I think I can be a rather ridiculous individual!
I've been looking to try and join a gym for the three months that I'm home as otherwise I tend to go slightly insane without exercise. My mum's gym didn't answer the phone so I'll ring them again in the morning and the council-owned gym has me down for an appointment on Wednesday, blatantly a ploy to try and get me to sign up immediately. We'll see how it goes.
And for now, I actually must head to bed. G'night all.
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