Sympathy please.

I have had an awful couple of days.
I have Flu and in an effort to stay away from my dad (beacuse he is on oxygen 12 hours a day and if got it i don't know how he would cope) I went to stay over James' house. but that all went wrong and I couldn't relax and I got worse so I'm home today confined to my bedroom.

Now that the moaning is over: I just watched the first episode of 'The Diary of Anne Frank' on iplayer today and the first thing that struck me was 'OMG the set is exacly as it should be.' I went to Anne Frank's house when I went to University in Holland at easter. The moment when you round the corner and see a bookcase proped open made me catch my breath. You have to squeeze through the gap. Funny thing is it's almost as I imagined when reading her diary. In the living room I ran my fingers down the knife marks on the sideboard next to the sink. Edith chopped veg here.
They have done an awsome job with the set and the street scenes. The way it is acted is very interesting and from what I remember from the old dramatisation - this version seems to be more, I don't know, real? The way Mr and Mrs Van Daan are screaming at each other one day and pinching bottoms the next.

Hope it will be a good series.
Lx

P.s I've written nothing - my brain is being invaded by little flu minions - head gits with little pick axes.

I havn't really got the hang of this blogging thing have I?

So much has happertained. I have completed my Myth and Narrative essay. yay.
Father is ok. I'm taking him to the hospital tomorrow to have a good old chin wag with a nurse about his heart, how splendid.

Today I am drained, I've been stressing for the last week about my timed assingment - a piece of writing about Christmas, of all things, about 1000 words, but he didn't seem too sure about that. I hate Christmas at the moment and I've been stressing because the example he gave us was 'a Child's Christmas in Wales' by Dylan Thomas. Like I could get anywhere near that! OMG!
Something has been rolling around in my head for a while. My cousin said 'Christmas is always hard for anyone who has lost someone'.
And today it hit me, I'm moaning about Chrismas and how I'm growing up and it's all crap and pointless. but what if mam and dad wern't here for me to moan at? What would christmas be like? It's one of my biggest fears - losing mam and dad.
It's in the second person at the mo which I've been messing about with for a while, but I'm not sure it reads well. The problem with second person is that you are telling the reader this will happen to them. It's quite a universal topic that may sit ok with most, but my lecturer is a little difficult to please to say the least and I have a horrible feeling he will rip it to shreds.

Also because of the topic I spent an hour writing 894 words through a distorted wall of tears. But I'm glad I wrote it because it obviously needed to happen, because I'm not so worried anymore.

Lx

Hospital

Well, as you can see I'm not sat in the waiting room in the casualty department of the Royal Gwent. Dad had his way again and is saying that it is clearing and theres no need to go to the hospital. He has promised he will go to the doctor tomorrow and ask for more tests - which they would have done down the hospital, but we won't mention that.

MOVING ON

So, I have an entire day to write my essay! how spendid.

I'm so fed up of doing this essay I started writing something last night and its all backwards - I've never done it before. I have a first paragraph, probably one of the best I've ever attempted. Its a mother speaking to her child, its very open ended, interesting, it posses questions. The problem is I have no idea what the story is after that. It's like I'm the reader, not the writer. It's almost written itself so far and now its left me in the lurch. I had an idea at about 2am for what it could turn into, I remember having the idea and thinking 'yeah, thats great, thats perfect, I'll remember that and finnish it in the morning' but oh no, my brain hates me and I fell asleep on it, squished it and now it is lost forever.

Well, what an eventful weekend. The Carol Nash Bike Show to be precise in the NEC.

I am so pooped! I have never driven long distance before, I hate motorways and avoid them at all costs. This weekend however, car laden with potnoodles and crisps, I drove on the M50, M5, M42 and M6!!!! I feel like I should start a list and tick off every Motorway in Britain till I've done them all, but that would be incredable sad of me.

I'm mega chuffed with myself though. This time last year I would never have dreamed of going all that way. I'm such a nervous driver, well, I'm such nervous person full stop. But to top it all off I actually got on a bike and made it move with both feet off the floor and on the pegs. Several times infact. James' face was a picture. I don't think he thought I could do it. Actually, maybe he thought I could do it but didn't expect me to get off a bike rip my helmet off and shake my hair sexy lady style and have a big smile on my face.

I'm slightly worried about Uni this week, but there is no change there. I have a Myth and Narrative essay due on the 12th so I don't exactly have a lot of time to do it. I know i should have started it earlier but I never seem to be able to get my head into gear.
The writing is going OK. It seems like I'm edging towards doing one biggish piece for each of my Dissertation and Writing Culture and Society folders and then filling the space in each with smaller short stories. The biggish pieces arn't going to be so big though. I can never seem to extend a story for more than 4000 words. I'll have ago this year though. I'm starting to think bigger each time but at this rate I'll be starting my first novel when I'm about 45~ish.

OK, I'm going to go and do my essay. wish me luck.

Lx