It’s been snowing for 3 days with all the fields and forest looking pretty, and I left my camera in another county. Now I’m back with my camera and it’s snow-less. Typical. Also my car broke (leaking radiator – grrr) so I had to cadge lifts for the last couple of days, not to mention having to travel to termtime home from real home the hard way (underground, overground, wombling free, minibus). Having left my laptop at real home I spent about 5 minutes in desperation on Friday (no lappy, no work to do, no car to drive to shops in, too snowy and slippy to walk – what could I DO?!) before ringing home and finding out Daddy-dearest was in and got him to come and collect his car-less daughter a day early

My mother is talking to my rabbit. In full sentences. *worries*

Ooo forgot to mention. The Deserter came up last weekend – we went out for Little Chef’s birthday on Sunday (which was very nice) and Deserter came into college on Monday. Also last week my rotation group met up on Tuesday to go to the same pub for a meal – again very nice, and I discovered that the “pretty people” whom I had always discounted as being more interested in their outfits than their course were actually really nice people. And joy of joys they talk about things other than vet work! They actually gossip! Fantastic…

I had my last lectures for a year on Thursday, and a test on Friday. We go on rotations now where we work in college and real surgeries for a year. Rather…. terrifying. We actually have to know things. I’ll be doing consults in 4 weeks – proper 1st opinion consults. *becomes paralysed by fear* Me Filly-girl and Northern-pansy were put into subgroups where Filly was on her own and me and Pansy were together. I encouraged Pansy to swap into Filly’s group – makes sense for them (as Pansy will be staying with Filly when on nights). Also me and Pansy can only tolerate each other for a short time – there are only so many things a young Tory meat-eating argument-loving Southener can discuss with a mature Labour vegetarian argument-hating Northener without coming to blows… Plus she gets very aggitated when stressed which makes me very ratty. Lastly I am much more talkative and proactive when I’ve not got friends to lean on/hide behind. So everyone’s a winner, and Filly also gets someone to be with.

What else… I’m sure there was something…ah yes! Purebred guinea-pigs – don’t ever get them. I have 4, and all 4 are or have been very ill.

Poppet – is currently well but thin, had some kind of Salmonella-like disease last year.
Bonnie – had a mammary lump, had it removed, it’s grown up twice the size…
George – never drinks, was overweight, is now very thin with bad fur and eyes.
Eddie – fell out of hutch and snapped his teeth off. Then got odd wasting disease like Poppet. Now has ulcers on both eyes, a lump under his chin and appears to have dislocated/got a tumour on his hind leg.

Buggered really. I’ve had over 20 guinea-pigs over the years and I’ve never had this kind of trouble. Next time it’s pet shops – all the way.

And I’ve lost the Frog. She’s off the radar. She is however on Neopets…

…you’d better watch your step – the dogs have been squiting. And I’m buggered if I’m gonna pick up tiny pieces of sloppy poo off a railway embankment. The blinking heaps of hypodermics are a slightly bigger risk to children methinks.

So yes, me, the old dog and the bitch in heat went for a walk in the woods. Both for some reason must have eaten something yesterday that disagreed with them (could have been the out of date raw bacon, the mango skin, or the tinfoil – who knows). Very pretty bit though – the forest opens into an embankment that runs East-West, and since I always go there in the afternoon I get to walk looking at a lovely sunset over the farmland. And the noise from the rubbish processing plant on the right doesn’t impinge upon that one bit.

Feeling slightly guilty as S housemate has offered to go pick up drunk other housemates tonight, and I didn’t offer to take her place. However I did pick her up on Friday at 4.45am… so fair’s fair.

So as bribery for being allowed to be boring at stay at home Friday evening I volunteered to pick the girls up from a nearby station at any time before 3am. At 3.53 I thought I’d text them and find out where they were. Apparently they were 45mins away from a station 15mins away from me. So at 4.30am I left my house, had to go to Tescos as Kitty (car) was so low on fuel she tried not to cut out as I backed up the hill of the drive. Kitty’s very game – when posed with such conundrums as driving on fumes, or pulling away in 3rd, she just muscles down and has a go – good girl. Probably just as well considering I fill up my tank in £2.50 increments and treat gears as recommendations.

Anyway, turned out they’d got a lift to our town (PB) by the bus (stupid system – the night bus terminates at Barnet and it’s station is in PB, yet it does not take people to PB. And there’s our college of say 400 students in PB. Who all get stranded at Barnet. Clever). Luckily they’d had a nice driver.

So I was high on coffee for the majority of the evening, which did result in me trying to fill my time usefully and texting AnM to remind her we’re going to see a play on Wed. She muttered something about her “phone scaring of, love noise”, by which I assume she meant “phone scaring me, loud noise”. I could be wrong. Yes, she can mutter in text form. V. skilled girl. I was sorely tempted to reply with a loud beeping text containing advice to turn her phone down a bit…

My film education continued tonight apparently (one of S’s quests). We watched Thelma and Louise. It strikes me that one of the pitfalls of a capital punishment system is that sometimes it is better to stay on the run that to give up and risk execution. One of many pitfalls of course – like executing an innocent person is a fairly major pitfall. Though probably an acceptable downside if you’re George Bush. Ug I will not talk about that abysmal excuse for a human being on my blog.

I continue to despair. Don’t they realise that laying fake hunts often requires fox scent, which requires a fox, which is required to be dead at this point. So rather than a hunt perhaps killing a fox, a fox is guarranteed dead before the hunt even starts. How is this saving the foxes? And what about the people who used to spare foxes to leave the hunt something to chase – now they’ll shoot them and trap them *shudders* to protect their livestock instead. Foxes die slowly of haemorrhage, infection or starvation instead of instantly by dogs. Can people really be so naive?

Day off tomorrow – only found out this morning Lucky surprise, as I’d decluttered and cleaned my room yesterday, leaving tomorrow completely free! Had I known it was coming I wouldn’t have worked yesterday We’re doing rabbits at the moment – a whole day and a half. Much more that we’ve ever done on cats! As a result poor Bunny Monster is being used as a demonstration subject by all who visit my house. Even lavish supplies of greens aren’t convincing her I’m not evil.

Visited Dingbat (sister) weekend just gone with AnM and had marvellous milkshakes – gorgeous – at ShakeAway. A dollop of icecream, milk and the ingredient of your choice, stick it in a blender. I had peanut butter and chocolate, Ding had custard cream and AnM had Ferrero Rocher. Soooo gorgeous I’m gonna buy a blender! We also did other things like go to the cinema to see Meet The Fockers, the Hobbit pub where AnM flirted with the bass player (wanton hussy), had several drool-worthy meals and ate ourselves silly. Baring a parking ticket, a good weekend all round!

I gave up Neopets to gain more time, I even gave my neopoints away to stop me coming back. However with my last 200,000np I’ve invented a new reason to go there daily. A study on the winning patterns of Scorched Treasure Scratchcards. Oh yes. I have 31 of the things, and I can scratch 5 a day. Save me from myself!

Admire my handicraft! Ok, so the pillow hem on the back is inside out, but it was my first 3D creation… The blob to the right is supposed to be a bolster, but apparently a 40cm bolster becomes a 20cm blob when you use 20cm to make the end of it. So now it’s a bunny beanbag. Both are filled with hay – I plan to put them into the cat carrier when transporting bunny so she has something to sit on that doesn’t slide like the towel, and something to take up the extra space and support her – however scared travelling bunnies pee so the filling had to be disposable Hay seemed the obvious choice – I have an absurd amount of the stuff. I’m going to have to sweep my room prior to hoovering it next.

* The first phrase is one my mum is apparently trying to get into a conversation casually, and the second is in reference to the return of That Bloody Dalmatian, the one with highly selective hearing that’s proportional to the distance it is from you and the amount of effort you’d have to expend reaching it in time.

Gotta sore throat

The male of the species can occasionally be amusing…

http://www.ebaumsworld.com/milkandcereal.html

Also, we went to a Burns’ Night yesterday where the men (the men in kilts, TIGHT kilts) decided to demonstrate two newfound moves – the Lunge and the Pendulum. We understand the Pendulum must be a fairly unusual experience for the trouser wearing fraternity, but we’re unsure how novel the Lunge is… Answers on a postcard…

And she’s published! http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2246364/1/ – rated R for language and sexual content apparently. Tis a Harry Potter fanfic by Ms AnM, for the benefit of those who are discerning about what links they click.