Seventy Seven: Forgetting Wednesday.

My Mum has been trying to keep me busy this week by doing things I don't really want to do but is a better alternative to moping around the house.

Monday my Mum was ill and I wasn't exactly a happy bunny (I don't understand why people call you that. Regardless of how I'm feeling, I'm still very much not a bunny. I think I'm human. I hope I am...) so we sat outside.
Tuesday we went to Hillier Gardens in Romsey because of my Mum's friend's sculpture thingies are there for a bit.
Wednesday we went to Mottisfont because they had a Beatrix Potter exhibition.
Thursday we went to some Lavender Gardens.
Friday I refused to get out of bed and when I did I sat on the sofa reading We wish to inform you that tomorrow we will be killed with our families ,played on the Wii with my brother, watched The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, fell asleep about 2am.
Today I haven't done anything except go to work, which was the usual.

Last week was lovely except I can't for the life of me remember what I did on Wednesday. I know it was something, but I can't remember what. Anyway, Thursday I went to town shopping and failed at buying anything useful and instead bought Mockingjay. The beginning was the better part of the book, and there were some truly horrific scenes later, but I just didn't feel it was as good as The Hunger Games or Catching Fire. Still a good book, though. Read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy after that, which was good, if a little confusing in places. Friday was bowling with both past and present leaders of the Brockenhurst College Christian Union which was good. Afterwards we went to the Starbucks which is upstairs in what used to be Borders and is now Next Home or something like that. They had lots of pretty things in there that were probably too expensive but I want to take university with me. Speaking of university, tomorrow it's two weeks to go. I'm more nervous now.

I'm going to go now, but before I do, here's a link to my tumblr. I've been posting more things that aren't blogs but are too short to be tweets or something else, such as this one and this one.

Night.

B xxx