I was sitting in this front room when it was drawn to my attention that there was a very vibrant rainbow. Stupidly, I’d left my camera in the car overnight so I had a misty lens. But I took a photo with my phone.
I wonder what is at the bottom of the rainbow for me? A pot of gold would be nice…
On Saturday I went for a walk with my friend’s brother to a local Nature Reserve. I had sent him a text telling him that I would be taking 2 L of hot chocolate in my flask and for him to bring himself a cup.
I was almost speechless when he took from his bag a can of squirty cream and a packet of wafer straws. If you’re going to have a hot chocolate when in the wilderness, you really ought to do it properly! There really are no excuses…
Today was my Biochemistry of Cell Function exam. I won’t lie – I know that I haven’t done particularly well but I’m hopeful to have done enough.
I got back to Reading train station and I had 50 minutes to spare before my train back to Farnborough North. I asked the guard if I could go through the gates and look in the shops for some food. He let me through.
Maybe I have seen these before but I’ve never taken any interest. M&S sell glasses of wine. Keeping it classy! Saves swigging from the bottle!
It’s nearly exam day. We’re currently ten days into December and it feels like everything is next week away. I feel that December is disappearing too quickly.
I have an exam in four days time and I feel completely unprepared for it. No matter how hard I try, the revision is not going well. I thought I had made some progress, but it turns out that although I know the key points, I’m struggling to get them into a coherent narrative – which is what I need to be able to do, seeing as I’m sitting a written exam. It’s not multiple choice – which I’m glad about. With MCQs I have too many options available to me that I start double guessing myself and wind up with stupidly low grades on those.
I kind of lose a ‘day’ of revision due to sleeping. I have a 2-10:30 am shift on Saturday so I must sleep for part of tomorrow, and when I get home on Saturday. That gives me Sunday to do more revision, and also Monday morning to cram in any other extra’s I find myself panicking about. I suppose that my saving grace is that my exam isn’t until 5:30 in the evening.
I also have only two weeks left until Christmas and a ton of night shifts coming up, so I’m wondering when I’ll get to finish my Christmas shopping. I’m trying not to do it online as I find myself spending too much when I do that.
I really am starting to panic a little bit. Although, with my record cards, I feel that if I can absorb the important points, I just need to make sure they’re in the right order in my exam paper, and then hope I pick up points somehow. I’d much rather have a load of essays and coursework to submit instead.
Complaining over for today…
1st December represents a very important date for me. I can begin opening the windows on my advent calendar. What’s more exciting than that? A chocolate a day keeps the doctor away…
1st December also represents that I have 13 sleeps until my big exam. That’s a bit depressing.
December means that I have a run of night shifts leading up to Christmas – which I love. I prefer working the night shift. They fly by quicker. Whilst the rest of the world sleeps, I’m working. I can have a quick look in the shops early in the morning, go home to bed and sleep the day away.
December also means that my brother and I can get the Christmas Tree out and decorate it in our tasteless fashion. I have a feeling that Nanna goes and redecorates it when we’re not looking, but we think it looks terrific when we’ve finished with it.
Most importantly for me, December means that Christmas is just down the road. For me, this means that my next trip to Wales is just over a month away.
I love the run up to Christmas, even if the big day itself feels a bit like an anti-climax. I love the colours, the lights, the music, the smells and the tastes. December is usually always a good month.
To quote something which my paternal grandmother once informed my maternal grandmother, brother and I once: [Of course, everyone knows that] I’m not a snob.
This comment was in relation to an opportunity which she could have in her younger days. Not long after making this observation about herself she noticed that my brother and I had brought the milk bottle into the living room instead of pouring the milk into a milk jug. Maybe in the same breath as telling us that she wasn’t a snob, Grandma was telling my brother and I off, informing us I do own a milk jug you know!
From time to time I wonder if I share any characteristics with Grandma. I’m aware that I have ‘quirks’, but I don’t think that they constitute to me being a snob.
Today I went for a walk and took with me a flask of tea, a flask of hot soup and microwaved (reheated) sausages, and a lump of cake which we bought en-route. I also, in my rucksack, took my ‘plate bag’ which I use for camping. It usually lives in my car, so when I am out and about, I can sometimes have a picnic by myself without eating from wrappers. I use the rationale that I’m just being ‘sophisticated’ and ‘classy’.
I think I can apply logic to my lunch – it would have been hard to eat my soup and sausages straight from the flask – but the tea flask has a decent sized lid for me to drink from. My walking buddy was making himself hot chocolate in his flask lid, but there I was, pouring my tea into a cup and slicing myself a bit of cake with every tea break. I can apply logic to the cake on a plate, too – it was a bit crumbly, and I wouldn’t have wanted to waste any by it falling on the floor.
So, I’m thinking that it’s just common sense to take crockery on an outside venture. I can quote Grandma and apply it to myself.
I’m not a snob.
My mind is always working. I’m always thinking, wondering, questioning and analysing. Currently, these are the top 7 which are crossing my mind a lot.
- Will I regret the decisions I make now when I am older? When I say ‘older’, I’m referring to when I reach my 70s and beyond.
- Is there any luck in my lucky bamboo?
- I’m always thinking about my next burger. Where will I have it? When? Will it be a good one? Or will I regret eating it?
- I’m thinking a lot about my exam which is in 29 days. I’ve begun revising already. There’s no harm in being prepared. I’m worrying that nothing will stick in my mind. I’ve been doing practice exam questions to try writing against the clock, and I feel that I am doing quite well, but in past experiences, it goes wrong when I get into the exam hall. Positive thinking. I re-ask the question I posed in point 2.
- I’m thinking that I need a 2016 calendar. I’ve been thinking this for a while. But I want one with squares in it for the days. I can’t find a plain one in the supermarkets.
- I wonder if I’ll get a “lucky break” that some people talk about.
- The scientist in me is in awe of how our bodies function. I think about that quite a bit.