COURSEWORK was FINALLY finished at 11.30pm last night; managed to cut 3,300 word English essay down to 2,000 word limit (who knew I had so much to say about King Lear? Not me, seeing as I never read past Act 1, scene 2!)
Am now celebrating with fuck-off massive glass of French wine, and desperately craving French bread to go with it (a result of trying to cut down on carbs after the discovery that my abdomen is starting to broaden as if in preparation for child-bearing, something which I do not plan to do for a very long time.) Luckily there is no such bread in my cupboard-under-the-stairs, so there will be no broadening of MY hips tonight.
Had a lovely evening with Sam. It was a really warm outside so we decided it would be a bit of a waste to just stay inside and watch the usual Corrie/Eastenders/Corrie sandwich with Sam's brothers #2 and #3 (he's got about a million siblings), which is what we do most Fridays. We went for a walk by the river and then sat on a bench for ages, looking up at the stars and watching canal boats go by. It was nice, sometimes I forget that parts of Abingdon are actually quite pretty; I usually just focus on the scabby parts and summarize that it is a bit of a shit-hole. Later, Sam bought some food and I bought a Diet Coke and we sat at a table and talked about anything and everything, including sharing a flat when I finish Sixth Form... I like the fact that we were able to have a 'commitment conversation' without actually using the phrase; 'So, where is this relationship going?'. Also the fact that we had this 'commitment conversation' in the middle of Posh Nosh...
