little nubbin of emmenthal

G wants his own blog post, apparently I don't talk about him enough (not that he ever reads this, he's got better things to do).

Here ya go, petal. It's half yours, there's even a photo...




















The rest of the time, I'm going to bitch about English grammar. I just want to scream "why so difficult?!?" and then burn the fucking textbooks. All those parts of speech! Who really, honestly, gives a monkeys about it?

Oh, yeah, EFL teachers. Like me.

today in news

G is back. Yay for sex and cuddles and being brought tea in bed.

I have my first exam in exactly a week. I'm worrying just enough to want to go hide under the duvet and not come out.

I'm on the heel on the second sock. So self-impressed.

Mouse infestation: day whatever, but my landlord is an arse, so I'm moving. After I find a housemate.

I've had a haircut. It's been termed the "post-cancer kylie" look. My hair is now officially brown, so I might have to dye it again.