It Started with a Mixxx

It's still raining. Looking out of my window this morning I thought to myself that it couldn't last long, that was ten hours ago. Come home Mark, it's lovely here Mark, don't need to be in Spain for nice weather Mark. Fuckers. The weather has put me in a bad mood, its August! Normally it doesn't bother me but the last few days the rain has seemed to be waiting for me to go outside to do it worst.

It was Grandads birthday, he was given the choice of whatever he wanted to do and as anyone else would have done he choose Dover castle, obviously. Any trip to Dover Castle is brought down by needing to go through Dover which is something to be avoided like cancer. I learnt many things about medieval history of which I now can't remember any. Something to do with kings, knights and the French, always the French. That nots quite true as I do remember what a lovely young lady dressed as a lovely young medieval lady, told me. The castle was used by the military right up until 1958, how a medieval lady knew that I don't know, but its stuck in my mind which is something I will remember if I ever have exams to revise for again. When the time comes I'm still thinking of doing a PGCE and walking around the castle made me think that one day I might have to do this again with 100 bratty kids.

The theme continued yesterday. Another day another castle with some friends we that I used to work with at Waitrose. Nothing says excitement like a small castle tour of Kent. This time it was Rochester which reverses the situation of being a boring castle but a town that doesn't make you want to kill yourself. Rochester is nice, full of vintage shops which being with two girls meant I spend a lot of time in looking at flowery dresses from 1936 and debating whether buying fur from decades ago is ok. The real question is why would anyone wear a fur coat real or fake?

The rain is getting heavier, least I'm inside this time, bastards.

Matt was back and it was so nice to see him. I finally got to meet his lovley girlfriend Hannah. Going back out in Gravesend was truly lovely. A young English rose challenging a fellow to fisticuffs for looking at her chips was my personal highlight.

The search for a flat grinds on and on and ever on, help me relieve the tedium!

love love love x