Monthly Archives: August 2010

Kitty in a basket.

So this is going to be a cat lady post. Just letting you non-cat-people know. But I feel I should also tell you that I really didn’t like cats until we got two kittens of our own 4 years ago, and now I do like them… Well I like our cats, and some others if they’re polite, and clean. Also, even if you just resolutely don’t like cats, you should like this cat, because he is awesome. Look what I found in the kitchen this afternoon:

Orlando has been a bit naughty lately. He lives in hope that the glass in my bedroom window will magically disappear and he will one day get to play with the housemartin fledglings nesting outside; he spends a lot of the early morning balanced on the windowsill in case of this eventuality, and as it is only a small windowsill he also spends a lot of the early morning falling off the windowsill and knocking over all my DVD’s.

He is also a treats junkie. Honestly, if he goes too long without a Whiskers nibble, he will headbutt you until you go to the shops and buy some. He’s been known to break into the cupboard and drop the box from a height to get to the treats within. He can’t stop at one, either.

But he redeemed himself  today by suddenly deciding to crawl into this basket while my mum and I were being stressed about car insurance (well, mum was being stressed and I was supporting her) and just turn the charm up to 11.  He is quite the master of cute, you know. So masterful is he in his cuteness that I made a little film… Amongst his markings, Orlando has a cravat, moustache, and white gloves, so I’m afraid he could be nothing but an early screen idol.

My cat has just reminded me, however, that he isn’t actually Errol Flynn – by pouncing on the keyboard before draping himself across my lap and licking his paws. Still…



If I’m going to do this teacher training thingybob when I leave uni, I stand the best chance of getting my application considered by sending it off as soon as they open in September; the system is a bit cut-throat.

The universities get your application one at a time, so Southampton (for example, just plucking a random university out of nowhere…) can keep hold of mine for a while before they decide they don’t want me, when they’ll release my application to the next university. Which could, hypothetically, mean that my first choice uni could keep hold of my application and by the time they release it having decided that I would probably be detrimental to the education of young minds, the places on my second choice might already have been filled up. So, I’m being super organised and planning my personal statement and university choices now.

It’s hard. Trying to sell myself into a course that I’m not 100% sure I even want to do -but I know that if I did get onto it, I would enjoy it and work hard at it. Trying to imagine where I’ll want to live, well that’s easier – but I have a responsibility to other people to make sure I go to the right place for them too. Trying to get my head down and do so well in my final year at uni that I can finally feel proud of my degree and my time at Leeds- well, that’s the bit I find hard to imagine. Not that I won’t try…I just can’t imagine myself succeeding at it.

So much to think about. I should probably start by switching off Britain’s Next Top Model.


I went to see Inception recently (pretty awesome- in fact, totally awesome and I want to see it again), but was feeling so sick at one point I actually had to leave the screen and sip some water, splash my face and just breeeeeathe for a few minutes. Now, if you know me you’ll know there are only two reasons I will ever walk out of a film;

1. I am desperate for a wee,

2. The film is over and I have stayed long enough in the credits to see if there were any bonus bits at the end.

So man, I was feeling bad. I made it back in to see the rest of the film (by which time the action had moved to an entirely different place/level/dream thing…), but on the way out I literally walked INTO a wall.

So, as you may perhaps have surmised, I have been suffering from inner ear problems. In that they really HURT and keep making me dizzy and sick.

Add in headaches, sinus-ness, tiredness, various small financial/friend/life things grouping up to create more stress, and a general constant feeling of- as Bilbo puts it, “Butter spread over too much bread” and you may understand why I haven’t posted properly here in a while and why I’m still not feeling as chatty or creative as I’d like to be. Anyway. I’ll be back soon :)