My wish in a previous entry just came true. The Great British Summer has arrived!
Roughly three weeks ago we had snow - not the up-to-your-ass snow that I experienced last year in Denmark which drifted around and gave myself and my Danish ex-boyfriend a glorious time as we clambered merrily over bushes ordinarily taller than ourselves - but still. This past week and a bit we've had SUMMER!
Were I still in my Danish residence I'd be doing what I did the past couple of years, i.e. visiting Farup (http://www.faarupsommerland.dk/default.asp?sprog=eng), jumping in the fjord, and generally making an enormous tit of myself by whooping and running through fountains. Sadly in England there is no Farup (although Alton Towers is beckoning seductively) and no real outdoor-based water related hoohah. The nearest I can get to it is bouncing through a sprinkler before landing my parents pond.
Anyway, previously it was cold, now it's hot. This is a good thing to have. *nods*
Discontinuing my very English drivel about the weather, I've spent much of the past week wandering about Manchester and applying for jobs and rehearsing for the play I'm in (and knowing I shall forget what the hell I'm doing within nanoseconds of appearing). I've done a fair share of scandalous things since I returned, possibly to make up for the lack of same during my Woman Overseas period, but sadly one of them has not been to make any money. This must be rectified.
Over and out.
Fun Felidae Fact: Farup has the only adults bouncy castles I've even heard of, and it's very un-Danish attitude to any safety whatsoever on the damn things (one being a huge pillow surrounded by naught but gravel) is so great I may start weeping for not being able to go there anymore.
Roughly three weeks ago we had snow - not the up-to-your-ass snow that I experienced last year in Denmark which drifted around and gave myself and my Danish ex-boyfriend a glorious time as we clambered merrily over bushes ordinarily taller than ourselves - but still. This past week and a bit we've had SUMMER!
Were I still in my Danish residence I'd be doing what I did the past couple of years, i.e. visiting Farup (http://www.faarupsommerland.dk/default.asp?sprog=eng), jumping in the fjord, and generally making an enormous tit of myself by whooping and running through fountains. Sadly in England there is no Farup (although Alton Towers is beckoning seductively) and no real outdoor-based water related hoohah. The nearest I can get to it is bouncing through a sprinkler before landing my parents pond.
Anyway, previously it was cold, now it's hot. This is a good thing to have. *nods*
Discontinuing my very English drivel about the weather, I've spent much of the past week wandering about Manchester and applying for jobs and rehearsing for the play I'm in (and knowing I shall forget what the hell I'm doing within nanoseconds of appearing). I've done a fair share of scandalous things since I returned, possibly to make up for the lack of same during my Woman Overseas period, but sadly one of them has not been to make any money. This must be rectified.
Over and out.
Fun Felidae Fact: Farup has the only adults bouncy castles I've even heard of, and it's very un-Danish attitude to any safety whatsoever on the damn things (one being a huge pillow surrounded by naught but gravel) is so great I may start weeping for not being able to go there anymore.