feeling squashy

hello hello
i am back in cambridge AGAIN getting toward the end of the month-long jaunt all over the saaaaf.
things are getting ridiculous in terms of my bizarre lack of a structured lifestyle.
I spent the best part of a week with grandma and bernie which was great as always. Drove back to london with ma and dad and chlo who had come for the night, played a very long and increasingly bizarre game of 20 questions which culminated in me practiacally pissing myself . went ot Portland for the first time while down in Dorset, it's where my grandma was stationed in the war, you know, where the stone comes from? It's a pretty crazy place, an island linked by chesil beach to the mainland, it's a really really quirky and bizzare place, living there must be strange as f, we went down onto a wee stony beach with lots of huts on where everyone had made little gardens for their hutches and an old church sliding down into the ground. I demonstrated myself to dangerously unfit compared to my 85 year old grandma, the health kick is starting when i get back to wakey....
spent a couple of days at the care home, church was cancelled so we had an activities day instead which was pretty fun, there was an exhibition of wedding dresses up too which seemed to be more for the staff than the residents, me and chloe have promised to go back and organise an easter party for them having played the game 'what's your favourite food?' and discovered it's mainly cake and realising we could satisfy that wish pretty well by making cake for them.

spent a week in london which was pretty sweet, went to the science museum, london zoo, british museum, went on a space ship simulator which was pretty much the most exciting thing ever, the zoo was quite freezing so most of the animals were hiding in little straw beddies, but it was really nice to see them being all cosy! i loved the otters best i think which isn't that ambitious... and the big fat frogs, there was a japanese horned toad which looked like it was made from leaves, it was pretty amazing. London does probably bring out the worst in me though, I really don't do too well around loads and loads of rude bundling people and that's pretty much the major contender there...my fury levels were high, i even got in a scrap in the british museum gift shop, i ask you?!
SO returned to cambridge yesterday, it being sunday, this involved a train to hertford and a coach to royston then a bus to cambridge. was relieved to get back and snuggle on the sofa watching "The Sorrow and the Pity" a French Doc about the occupation made in 1968, if you get the chance-watch it. it is absolutely magnifique.
watched 'my big fat gypsy wedding' on 4od in bed, is pretty amazing! and informative about traveller culture too... one girl was getting married at 22 and she was considered WELL WELL old. it was pretty sad watching these 16year old girls get married, they get engaged generally at 14!!! I think about me at 14 and it is a terrifying thought how clueless they are. People live to 80+ nowadays, the idea of marrying at 16 is so ludicrous, you are still a complete child! even when i think about myself at 22, 23, 24 i was totally clueless about relationships, imagine at 14!ARGH! also, the girls were all much more attractive than the boys who were all terrifyingly thick, and mostly the couples had only met once or twice. blimey. Anyway, the main thing they all cared about was the dress so i think that says it all really. I am not saying our wedding culture is any better than theirs though, cause it isn't, at least they do it for religious purposes.

watched some more SHARPE with mum and dad, we're getting well toward waterloo now and the excitement is palpable!! what will we do when it ends?! i'll have to visit sean bean's plaque in sheffield! OW DO!
dad's birthday tomorrow so i am off to get him a card and stuff to make a cake.
i feel very fat, like a squashy mound of flesh. something must be done. now.
got a job interview on thurs for a weekend job ( i know). better than nowt though eh.
laters