I was watching bits and pieces of the London Marathon yesterday, and I’ve decided that I would very much like to attempt it one day in the future. Obviously not next year, I’d have to get in serious shape before putting in for it, but I definitely think it’d be something to feel proud of if I took part. My friend Tom wants to do it too

Last night I went to the pub down the road again with my friends (my best friend and her boyfriend came with us this time, and some perv who I don’t like) and…we came joint last. Despite having three more people than we did last week. Although I suppose some of Dan’s answers were wrong, so we can blame him
We were kinda trying to beat some of my old work mates (who Tom, Steve and Dan still work with) and they came and sat at the table next to us. There were three of them, and they beat us by 5 points… which ironically is the amount of points they managed to get via the silly ‘picture round’ which was 10 pictures of air steward uniforms… guess the airline. We kinda guessed on them all, had no idea whether we got any right!

Unfortunately we were meant to drive there at first, but then I ended up walking with my friend and her boyfriend, just before a thunderstorm came. Was then meant to be driven back after, but the pervy guy wanted a McDonalds… so I had to walk home with Tom and Steve. Had I known I’d have to walk I’d have worn better footwear. As a consequence, I have sore toes, but at least I was pretty tired when I got in.

The weather didn’t allow me to walk my dog and get my exercise over the weekend, so I’ll have to try extra hard this week.
Have to go back to the hospital to get my next prescription of Roaccutane on wednesday, I cannot wait to pee in a cup! Hopefully they’ve received my blood test results (had the blood test on thursday and thankfully they got ze blood on the first go) so there won’t be a problem getting those.
Side effects are in full swing, my skin is sooo dry. BUT my hair has been so glossy lately, which must be because I’ve not had to wash it quite so much. I still need to get it cut, though… and dyed. I have light roots which looks a little odd.

Still waiting for the email back from that job application

Today was one of our occasional visits to the midlands to visit my Aunt and Grandparents. This means a lovely 3 hour drive (sometimes its 4 when there is holiday traffic) and I hate long drives.
We went in ‘our’ new Volvo, which is actually a large estate car my Dad has on lease due to the maintainence costs of his previous car. It’s pretty nifty, it tells you if the seatbelts are on or if the doors aren’t shut properly etc. I had fun un-clicking my seatbelt during the trip to make a mini alarm sound on the dashboard. Of course, they still haven’t perfected giving an ample amount of leg room, thus I have had creaky knees today. My sister has no right to complain that she can’t stretch out, she’s half a foot shorter than I am…but she will anyway.

My Aunt Jenny is my dad’s sister, and her husband is called Francis, and he’s a marathon runner by April, Geography teacher by…past… he’s now retired. They spend most of their time on holiday somewhere, mostly Antigua. They have 5 daughters, all of them are blonde and look alike. The eldest is 30, while the youngest is 2 days younger than my sister. I am still the ‘baby’ of the family
My Grandparents are my Dad’s parents, and my Grandma is very traditional and …kinda old fashioned in her views. My Granddad is deaf and was in the Navy during the war…a ‘Leftenant Commander’ according to my birthday cheques
I don’t get to see them much.
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