Well France was nice and hot. The wine was lovely too. Now back to England for some rain. It always rains when I go to Cambridge, as I will be tomorrow. Or snows. I think the rain is a weird pathetic fallacy for my tears after my painful rejection where they wouldn't even take a second look at me. I doubt they had a first to be honest. I still plan to laminate a copy of my graduation certificate and highlight the part that says MRCVS after my name and post it the Dean of St Katherine's. Take that you pompous fools.
In other news, my little sister started secondary school today. Very odd. We stood around at 8am this morning to have a photo of her all dressed up in her new school uniform (slightly to long in the sleeve) and smiling with her eyes a tiny bit watery (she had 'something in them'). And off she went on the bus like a little trooper, armed with a packed lunch and a German Dictionary. Go tiny one, go. Do us all proud.
And now I sit waiting for her return writing this. It seems like an age since I went to that school, and sorting through some old photos to put in an album yesterday made it seem even further away. Even so, I made some brilliant life long friends who are all living fantastically interesting lives, some even on the other side of the world - well done guys, you aced it! I very much hope she looks back on her school days as fondly as I do.
Oh, I got some little tea and coffee canisters with bees on this morning and they are the most exciting part of my day. I think I need to go back to the books and the stress and the animal insides before I go totally crazy cat lady.
