Spiders, Grot, and Nostalgia

Good evening once again, just a quick one this time (hopefully). I have just finished cleaning both bathrooms in the house - both showers were real black grime, grotty affairs but I managed without being sick (haha mum in the making for sure). My hands are feeling the effects of the cleaning products but I like to think they're stronger for it - as is my immune system. I swear the reason most people in this house keep getting sick is because of the level of mildew and bacteria in the small bathroom's shower (which I do not use except in emergencies because it is so damn small!)
Yesterday I braved the spiders and cleaned out the utilities room so the freezers didn't look so grey, the carpet tiles weren't so sprinkled with dead leaves and washing powder, and the garden was much less choked with the remnants of yet more dead leaves....and dirt. 
Anyway, I have also been in the company of several very small children during my last RSPB session on Tuesday and....oh I realise I never remarked on going to see A Clockwork Orange on Saturday night, but then I guess my review over on my other blog probably covers that for you. Suffice to say, it surpassed my expectations by far and I am officially ruined for theatre now. 
There are only a few days left to me in this house now - hence the cleaning - and my room, without its liberal covering of posters, is looking much bigger and barer. I will be sad to leave as it has been the comfiest room of the two I have lived in at uni, plus my housemates have been so so lovely to me. 
Anyway, I said this would be quick, so I shall go now. My next entry may well be when I am back home in Kent. See you then!

The Weather Knew What Was Up

So it's been almost a week since my last post. How has life treated me? Well, the weather down here in Plymouth has not been at all summery these last few days, with temperatures barely making it to 15-degrees Celsius, rain and wind on and off, and the sun has hardly had a chance to show its face all week. Monday would've been laundry day if not for the torrential rain (which I had to walk home from the library in)
Tuesday was the test run for the Port Eliot Festival which saw me and a group of English/Illustration students nosing around student digs to write a piece on university halls. We got our own half copy of what we'd written as a replica of the sort of thing we'll be producing at the festival.
Wednesday was a visit to the Devon and Exeter Institution in Exeter with the ladies of the Proprietary Library to see the library and their dictionary collection (and enjoy some sunshine for once). Such a beautiful place which my poem back in October really did nor do justice - will have to work on improving it. Also there is the chance I might be doing some volunteering work with them in the Autumn so fingers crossed.
Yesterday saw me out in the wind and rain helping 6- and 7-year old kids dig out and traumatise woodlice, snails, and centipedes in order to educate them about the kinds of wildlife living in their school grounds. Not intentionally, but when children are allowed outside, they tend to go a little crazy - but some of them were pretty sweet, especially one little girl who didn't want to be in a group so she followed me around.
Today, apart from library work and a short event ushering this evening, should've been a time to catch up on my reading, but I haven't felt up to it.
Tomorrow would've been a day with my wonderful friend Jenna petting her various small and fluffy animals, but as her poor dog had to be put down this morning, she's had to reschedule. This leaves me to spend the day largely my own way before going for a few drinks and seeing A Clockwork Orange performed in a theatre with my good pal Mark. 
But for now, it's tea and creepy music and booking my train back here in July for the Port Eliot Festival.
Oh and I guess I should add that today was results day for the General Election and it genuinely is a weird state we've ended up in, marked by the fact that I make one status about said weirdness and confusion and feel like I've sparked World War 3 by the nature of the comments. Fortunately, it was only one person who wanted to be the firestarter (backing Theresa May....) with every other comment being on my side. Really not what I'd intended but I guess I should've seen it coming....oh well

When the Fates Align

Good afternoon/evening, I have returned. Today has been an interesting one to say the least. I was so difficult to get motivated to do anything this morning: got hooked on Facebook and YouTube during and after breakfast, lingered in my room before and after my shower, and eventually got myself out of the house to do some reading in the library by about half 11. As if the fates aligned, however, the wonderful busker I wrote about on Thursday just happened to be passing by as I walked towards uni. He was so happy to see me and let me know how much he loved my poem - it really made my morning. Once in the library, I switched on a calm playlist, put in my earbuds, and settled into a small corner of the campus library to read The Good Soldier by Ford Maddox Ford. Didn't get an awful lot of reading done as I needed to leave to meet a friend for sushi but I felt I could've stayed there for alot of the day, I felt so calm and cosy.
The plan for sushi was supposed to be a meeting of four people (including myself) but two had to bail because of health and finishing essays. Suffice to say, we ate for them and took pics to make them jealous. 
Bought some extra food supplies and eventually made my way back home. 
NOW - time to settle down for some more reading and music. Might have a cheeky glass of wine later on tonight.
Damn....forgot to buy more tealights.....oh well, gives me more reason to go for a walk in town later in the week. 
See you later!