Wench of the Flat
I have been named Wench. I’m not sure quite how I managed to achieve the dizzy heights of Wench-dom, because I’m particularly ladylike and reserved when it comes to the opposite sex (apart from an incident involving a Welsh flag and a rugby player.. but I think we’ll gloss over that one) especially compared to my lovely next door neighbour who bestowed the name upon me. But Wench I am, and Wench I shall be. I am proud.
I got a couple of my exam results through today – a 2:2 and a 1st, which isn’t too bad. I’m not so happy about the 2:2, because, to be honest, I’ll be pretty pissed off if I don’t come out of this degree with a straight first. Think I might have to do a bit of work.
I have been so revoltingly poor over the last couple of weeks, in fact, since Monday I have been living off £3.51. My next installment from the lovely NHS comes through tomorrow though, which may well be a cause for celebration.
I cannot wait for this trip to Wales, even though more startling revelations have been made, namely, there are no taxis in the foothills of the mid-Welsh mountains. I may be forced to walk, if plan B (Farmer Seduction) doesn’t come off. It’ll be great to see all my buddies again, even Camilla, who despite our (many) differences, I have missed. And of course all the usuals too. I hope I don’t leave this gathering also confused.
Happy Valentines to all my wonderful friends – I don’t have a particular person to bestow with my love, so I’ll share it around all the people I care about. I may not have spoken to you for a while, or seen you, but I still love you.
Bleugh. Sentimental.
I was watching Pride and Prejudice the other day, and would like to say (for all those people who haven’t noticed and would like to have the innocence of this family drama ruined forever) that during the wedding scene at the end.. Mr Crispin Bonham-Carter appears to have misplaced a tennis ball down the front of his trousers. I mean, blimey! I’ll never watch that part with the same eyes again.
This is a completely random, blithery entry, but I felt the need. Indulge me.
Em x
Consider yourself indulged. Wench. Woo for Wales! Hope you have a good one and that the farmers are all suitably seductable. I wrote summat about you in the entry before last. In case you want an ego boost. <3 you.
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Of course you did! xx
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First? First? Nonsense! Bah, you don’t need a first, and I’m not jealous in the slightest, oh no. I like to think you dressed the rugby player up in the Welsh flag in a toga-like fashion and paraded him around…think of that odd mental picture as a late Valentine’s present. ps. If you caught the duck, I hope it was abnormally tasty. Luuuuv xxx
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Awh. Your note made me miss my Cocker Spaniel that died last September. Your entry made me giggle 🙂 Thanks for the note!
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It’s been over a year since I saw ya But I do hope you know I adore ya. I think we should risk it – Meet up, make biscuits… But not bloody ginger I implore ya! xx
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Once upon a time, I had an Open Diary under the same name I do now. OD deleted it and recently, I took it up again. This was about 2 1/2 years ago. Very possible that it was me you remember. What was your name back then? xoxo
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