Trying to Catch Up.

My feet hurt from rediscovering tennis.

Where writing is concerned, I've been very busy procrastinating.

Bethie is back! Payed a visit to the pool and sauna where we were randomly accosted by a wee girl asking if we could do handstands in the water, and were we 6th year. Liked her immediately.

Theeen back to Beth's for some intensive revision... in the sun... on the trampoline... oh well.

Very jealous of the trousers.

Being super-prepared for highers (start on wednesday, aaaagggh!), we've been reading through 'The Great Gatsby'... hopefully finish going over chapter two before we start up again on wednesday.

AND I baked some killer banana cake (eat it, before it eats YOU)... eh, actually, I've already eaten it.

However, Lewis is doing even better than me in the food department. Angie, Lewis and I infiltrated David's for a Lord of the Rings film marathon... whilst Angie and David took some time out to battle with chips, Lulu and I hopped out to get him a 'proper' lumch from tesco's...

That, people, is two packs of tesco sandwiches, a tub of pasta, full pack of Doritos, two tubs of spicy-sauce-dip-stuff, two tubs of trifle (family packs), this after having consumed most of our (David's) biscuits.... the chips are mine.

That he can eat that much, and still not have to roll home, is incredibly irriatating.

I also want the T-shirt and socks, but that's just by the way.

I'm tired now, a lot to write about so maybe tomorrow... *snoozes*...

Spud Wars

Angie coming around this morning yielded some interesting (and rather lively) results. Repeatedly changing our minds as to which film to have on in the background -"Fellowship of the Ring?", "Aww, not enough time!", "How about this, I haven't seen this one?" "Okay... oh no, wait! What about the Goonies? Then we can watch that next week..." Sounds good!" "Actually, hang on a sec..."- we settle finally on 'Son of Rambow' (one of my favourite films, but Angie hadn't seen it!).

This film can't help but give us ideas...

The Aftermath

Come 2 o'clock and the film finishes, we begin rifling through an ancient, half forgotten toy box. In an attempt to emulate the film, we don intruiging hats and following some futher fishing, retrieve a long-disused potato gun!

Dodie won't mind if we borrow a couple of spuds...

-Intermission-

(Chaos ensues)

A potato or so later, we retire to the kitchen having unintentionally but effectively blocked the gun. Now beyond usefulness, we proceed to mutilate said potato.

The result? Jeremy ^ (top left, lying bleeding on the chopping board).

Epilogue

I'm still discovering and picking bits of spud off the floor (and from of my hair). 

Angie left smelling distinctly more vegetable-y than when she arrived.

Jeremy eventually recovered and now holds major shares in Marks&Spencer as well as having become a successful business owner in his own right. He continues to attend counselling sessions for emotional trauma.

The gun is beyond repair.