So I’m sitting watching Lionel Ritchie singing at Glastonbury from the comfort of my reclining chair and found myself wondering, why do people like camping? Is it something to do with the freedom? Or something to do with our history of being nomads? Because I know sleeping on the ground in a cold, damp tent certainly doesn’t appeal to me!
Now don’t get me wrong, I did my Silver Duke of Edinburgh and thoroughly enjoyed myself, but I wouldn’t put others through the torture of waiting for me again. Suffice to say, I was a very slow walker. I enjoy looking at the scenery and the peace of being in the Mourne Mountains but I definitely appreciated my bed when I got back.
Continuing with Glastonbury, I wanted to ask anyone reading this for music advice? Once again we leave for Ibiza soon (back to the same hotel actually!) and I had hoped to update my music in case, like last year, I have to demonstrate my singing skills (which are very very basic) on at beach at 4am. So yes, feel free to comment below with any suggestions! 🙂
Thanks for reading 🙂
Hello once again! I apologise for the complete lack of posts this year and what a year it has been! Currently getting ready for work and decided to update you all. First year uni was great! Met some amazing people, discovered that 2 bottles of wine in one night leads to a serious hangover and realised that I really want to be a teacher.
People say you can’t pick your family but you can pick your friends but my new friends have become my family (cliché I know) with me as Mother apparently. Don’t know how they came to that conclusion. They in turn introduced more people to the group and while I know we won’t all keep in touch, we now have a wide range of people to fall back on in an emergency or if you need to talk.
The two bottles of wine in one night weren’t the only drinks that particular party… An 18th birthday party went slightly crazy and it was fantastic. Should’ve known it was going to be when I was half way through the bottle before the party even started. Suffice to say, before we made it out to the club I had downed 2 bottles of white wine, 3 shots of whiskey, 7 shots of vodka and a few rum and cokes. Falling in the club and wrecking my ankle lead to more drinking – alcohol counts as a painkiller, right? – and showing up to an exam the next day still drunk. Definitely going to be a night I remember!
To round off the first year, I did 7 days of work experience in my old primary school and loved every minute of it. It was strange seeing all my old teachers and being called by my surname by children only 8 years younger than me. Can’t wait to get my degree and get to work!
But now I’m running late so had better go, just thought I’d update you 🙂
Also, 24 is the best show in the world!