This blog is now at:

http://www.billygean.co.uk

(actually, it was all along but I moved my hosting to wordpress. Bye blogger!)

Sorry about this. Blogger seems to have issues with me.

Tried to upgrade so I could add in an xml new beautiful template, pointed all the right bits to right places, didn't show, didn't allow new posts. Have converted back to classic blogger and it works fine. But is boring template.

Any suggestions?

"Oh we have to go out tomorrow," I say to MindReader in the takeaway.

I am quite hyperactive of late, something to do with having a bad cold that didn't affect my energy levels at all, returning to revising and complaining about NORMAL things people complain of like washing up and buses being late, and obviously impending moving.

"Why?"

A 70s disco type song comes on the radio. I stand up. "So we can boogie".

His eyebrows raise.

"Sorry - forget that," I say. "I seemed to have a relapse and thought it was the 90s for a moment."

Woman and two children get on bus.

"I'll have three child singles please."

***

"Er excuse me?" I call down the shop, my woolly hat dropping down over my eyes so I have to tilt my head back. "Is this cash machine working? The sign is sort of half on the machine..."

"I dunno, I only just got here didn't I?" TeenageShopKeeper says.

"Oh right..." I say.

"Just try it. Worst that can happen is it can swallow your card, yeah?"

I didn't really fancy that.

Oh, hi!

I know, I know I said I'd write about new year but I've actually been busy!

Here's what with:

MindReader and I have found a flat and are moving out! It's a stone's throw from my college should body break again, and it's BEAUTIFUL although unfurnished which justified the following trip to Ikea:


Including Colin the Crocodile draft insulator, a treat when I got VERY TIRED OF THE WHOLE FURNITURE THING about halfway round.

And now announcing - the flat!


Bathroom


Living room


Kitchen

We're moving end of January but I promise I will update some more very soon!

"Yeah it was so good," MindReader says to MadFather over fish and chips. "They used gluten free batter and kept everything separate... We'll have to come back after we've moved out," he says, squeezing my knee.

I smile faintly, staring at my food.

"What's up with you?" he says,

"Nothing," I say. "I've worked all day and moaned about it, I have fish and chips, coke and everything I could ever want."

Oh my God.

It appears blogger broke. I did not enjoy that experience.

So. We went to Cornwall and it was perfect, really (post below). AND energy wasn't really a consideration. Since coming back I seem to have picked up a cold but it hadn't (yet - touch wood) done what the last one did to me, I feel fine really, and we're supposing the other thing was the wheat given that I have been gluten free for 6 weeks since and am finally no longer ravenous to the point of fainting when I wake up.

MindReader and I must begin flat hunting in earnest now and we are going to the IKEA sale next week (which, if I think about this close to bedtime, I can't sleep!). Have been revising and it is not the dreamy, studying by a rainy window experience that I thought it would be, but more a chore that I feel guilty about not doing and I feel guilty about doing in case I tire myself out. C'est la vie.

We went clubbing for new year which I will update about shortly, and on new year's day I made disastrous cabbage.

Bappy 2009.

TESTING