Some people were married today...

and it was absolutely lovely and adorable.

This is proof.

I know a lot of people don't (which I personally think is ridiculous) like the Royal family at all, but I love them. I'm the sort of person who feels the need to stand to attention when the National Anthem comes on and knows more than just the first verse. They're an important part of what little culture we still have in this country, so I make no apologies for being pretty traditional about this.

However, a key thought (beyond enjoying the service generally, actually) was this:

I love days like this though, generally. :3 It's pretty rare that anything genuinely happy and nice goes on, so let's make the most of it.

Also, karaoke tonight - Milton Girls' Choir reunited? 8)

Quite possibly am the only person who celebrates having no more exams by hoovering.
Am feeling like the skirting boards need a wash too.

Also, thanks to the bastard boiler men, half of my wall is coming apart. Bastards. Weren't even wearing boiler suits. That's just unprofessional.

The emptiness of revision.

It is not working.
I have tried, I have failed, and now my head is little more than a sieve with holes just big enough for anything useful to slip through into the land of the infuriatingly forgotten.
Philosophy and Ethics is impossible. There are too many names. There are too many topics. There is too little clarity and distinction between them.

I have tried explaining aloud, reading, making charts, making posters, typing things up, typing things at Alison in MSN, but none of it is going through.

Anyone have any ideas how to make names and ideas stick coherently, or do I need to get down to B&Q for some superglue?

An episode...

Looking for a phone charger.

[Russian Accents]
Me: Is NOKIA?
Dee: Look somewhere else then?
Me: NO, IS NOKIA?
Dee: It's not here?
Me: NOKIA. [waves nokia charger]
Dee: IS HERE!
[dissolve into lolz]

Banter.

BERTIE BOO: AN ODE.

Mainly posting this here so it is not lost among the comments, but also because Bertie doesn't get the appreciation she deserves.

BERTIE BOO: AN ODE.

O! BERTIE, WITH YOUR FUR SO SOFT,
WITH COBWEBS. YOUR FEET, WITH PAWS,
SO PRIM AND TIDY THAT YOUR LACK OF TAIL,
DOES NOT LOOK CONSPICUOUS.

O! BERTIE, SITTING IN A BOX,
WITH EYES O' FAUN RIMM'D WITH DUSK,
SUCH THAT MODELS TURN DEEPEST EMERALD PURE,
WITH MOST CARDINAL OF SIN.

O! BERTIE, BEWEBBÉD, AND JEW'LL'D,
FINE SPECIMEN OF FELINE,
EVEN BASTET WOULD BLUSH AT THE SIGHT OF YOUR
GODLY FORM. BERTIE CONSIDINE.

Personal Goal: Drink less wine.

KEIN WINE IS FINE.

Secret Passages.

One of the benefits of living in a 17th Century cottage is the surprises that come with the territory. Whether that be falling through the ceiling, realising that though your walls are 3 feet thick, they aren't insulated or, today, something altogether more Enid Blyton-worthy.

We've had a new boiler put in and in the process discovered a NEW ROOM! Or rather, a new area of the house which is like something from a Famous Five novel. What we assumed was only an airing cupboard is actually large enough to be a walk-in wardrobe and has an extra level built into it as though it was part of a tree-house. Hopefully we're going to get a proper floor put into it at some point, as its potential as a cubbyhole/den is exceptional!