I Smell Summer

So it's been on and off weather-wise for the last 2 weeks, some glorious sunshine, and typical Cornish/Welsh weather. This isn't to say that the rest of the country doesn't experience the occasional downpour, but seriously, Wales and Cornwall are taking things to a new level of gloomy. There has been, like I said, some really nice weather, so much so I've turned a remotely darker shade of my usual paper white. A line between the colours has appeared just below my hips (I would call it a tan line, but I'm hardly brown). It's more than likely just where my belt digs in occasionally but I like to pretend my few hours spent in the sun has contributed to something. I've been doing sit ups, press ups, and then struggling to get up in an attempt to tone up my incredible bod (that's obviously how I speak). It's going quite well, and it helps that there's no such thing as Takeaway Tuesday on a weekly basis whilst I'm home, so slowly but surely slimming down a bit (more metabolism help). To include something different, I'm listening to Hanson at the moment, but not the Mmm Bop rubbish, they had some new stuff, a couple of years ago I think, and it's really good... you should all listen ("you should all"... like anyone reads this anymore). Especially Penny & Me... Great song. So the summer is approaching fairly quickly and I've basically been preparing for the last few months... I taught myself guitar (I'm amazing.. actually really good), tanning (less white), and getting into shape (eating 1 less takeaway a week). So it's looking good for the scorching hot season that arrives soon.

Sitting on the floor trying to ignore how much my arms ache.

Family Business

I was fast asleep last night when my sister sent me a text complaining about why I hadn't mentioned her good looks and how cool she is in my family post... So there I said it. I've not always had this sort of relationship with my brother and sister, it was more of them and me for a while. Not in a horrible way, but they always managed to take advantage of my naivety. For example one of our little family jokes is the stuff they used to be able to make me believe. I genuinely thought my real name was Henrietta Lewis, this was discovered by a conversation I had with a friend of mine which went something like; Me: "Helen, what's your real name?" Helen: "Helen Elizabeth Nightingale" Me: "No I mean what's your Real name, like mine is Henrietta".... So that was the first one they pulled on me. Another is to do with our old family car, we had a Renault Espace, and it's a car that has those folding tables on the back of the front seats, which is just about a big enough space to hold 4 mini cheddars and a miniature spirit bottle doesn't quite fit in the drinks holder. But because the only real other vehicle that has these types of tables is a plane... I was honestly convinced for probably more than a year that our car could fly. The final trick they used to play (that I can remember, I'll be reminded of more when my sister reads this), is to do with my constant need to impress people. I've always been quite quick, as long as I can remember, and I'd even do a few laps around the garden to show just how fast I was when new people came to the house (like a dog might). However my brother and sister loved to take advantage of this, I remember quite vividly sitting out in the garden with them sunbathing... they would be, obviously I'd be doing laps just incase the postman came. They'd call me over and my sister would say something along the lines of "Henry, I bet you can't run to the kitchen, make me a glass of Orange squash, and get back here with it in 20 seconds". I'd squeel with excitement, assume a full on sprinters starting position. 3,2,1 GO! Off I ran, made the drink, came back (definitely under 20 seconds), and now when I think about it, they'd always somehow forget to time, their watch would break, or just assume it was over the time specified and tell me to do it again.. this time for my brother... or they'd want a sandwich instead. So, on the verge of bullying, but I forgive them considering I'm the most intelligent and best looking sibling now, the last laugh.. I think so!

Sitting in a reclining chair watching Teen Cribs on MTV... Sweeeet