I'm not really looking forward to the coming week. I've gotta go to normal classes at college, which although we've basically finished and are not really doing very much, the teachers are rather unnecessarily piling the homework on like it's going out of fashion. On top of this, i've got to find an opportunity to phone Louise, the friendly editor of Cheshire Life where i'm doing a spot of work experience the week after this one coming. This is hard, because the only properly quiet place in college (where I have to be all day) is the library; the thing that keeps it quiet is a ban on phone calls. Ergo, I am snookered. It seems the only way to break this check-mate of a Catch 22 would be to "persuade" everyone in the library to turn a blind eye, mafia style - but i'm no Michael Corleone. Me making someone an "offer they can't refuse" would just result in me being asked to politely leave. And to rub salt into the proverbial wound, I'm off on a country jaunt into the Peaks for 1 of 2 Duke of Edinburgh expeditions. Although it'll be fun once i'm up there, happily trampling over the gorgeous landscape, it means a hell of a lot of packing and whatnot the night before.
So it's probably a stroke of good fortune that I have procured four yes FOUR different types of Twinings tea to get me through this chokka-blok week. Firstly I have refilled my supply of Green Tea, that verdant leaf that had left a sophisticated hole in my beverage repetoir. Secondly, I've gotten some Afternoon Tea which is similar to normal Everyday Tea but less harsh when drank sans lait. And of course let's not forget the upper-class resident Earl Grey, who is an essential guest in any gentleman's cupboard.
So, equipped with said existential remedies for the coming whirlwind of a week, I'm off. Bye bye.
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