home sweet home

ahh, it's good to be home...or is it?

of course it is! admitedly it is a little strange, and i'm getting used to old things again, like living in a village so boring you'd fall asleep if you stood still for too long. but all that aside, i'm working at the school tailor shop and it's good fun and i'm getting paid for it too...not much i'll grant you but it's still money! i'm working over at the LRH as well clearing trollies and stacking plates, not a particularly fun job i'll admit but again it's money and i always have a laugh with the group. so what else...there's still a lot to say about my trip but it'll come in installments and eventually it'll be all sorted. but as is the case in a lot of these things you won't know who i'm talking about most of the time and the jokes won't be funny to you coz a)they're probably not funny in the first place, and b) they're all in jokes anyway...

so i'm off to have some breakfast and get dressed ready for work. bye and see you later

ps i've now got somewhere to live at uni! and if you've got any tips as to how to survive in halls i'd be grateful for any handy hints you have. (how handy!)