Bring On The Fun

So exams are finally over! This is a cause for much excitement for me. It means that until the 12th of July (uber day, :-s) I can be relatively carefree. After Sociology on Wednesday it was a Flat Ten outing to the Carleton for Erica and Kate's Fake Birthday. It also coincidentally was Pete's outing for his biffday too, making it extra special. There may have been some playing of Kings in our kitchen beforehand which was the catalyst for the state of Christine at about 1 in the morning, bless her cottons. I had a great time, especially because I was bequeathed two drinks voucher which made the evening significantly cheaper! I returned home with a big bruise on my foot and Mark's shirt. I love the responsibility placed on me when I'm not sober, lol. But I looked after the shirt and woke up at 8, still feeling drunk and with the imminent arrival of the parents in 2 hours. It was fun.

(Me, Helen, Christine and Kate)

On Tuesday the Flat 10 lovelies had our last official outing to County's Extrav. I had such a good time and we all looked very summer of love-esque. The Deadbeats were amazing; me, Hellypoos and Smelica, oh and Chris-pea later, were grooving our little hearts away to Summer of 69, Johnny B. Goode and other such classics. Beatlemania I didn't rate too much as they chose an odd set list but ended with the eponymous Hey Jude, much to Helen's delight, lol. I spied quite a lot of amazing Countarians and it was a really nice goodbye.

(Me, Amy Cooper and Laura Bradshaw)

So tonight is Hardrock Cartmel, of which I'm a bit dubious, but only because it's Cartmel and as a member of County, I've been well informed of the 'special' nature of Cartmel. I've made myself a denim skirt in honour of the occasion. This will never be repeated again as it was far too traumatic! If I see a sewing needle again....lol. Tomorrow is the final Bridge Road meal and grooving too, it's muy sad, but I sense that there shall be numerous gatherings over the summer, including Leeds which I am uber excited about. I canne wait, although I am a little bit gutted that pink tents are a target for mean, nasty people, lol. Well I have some room tidying to do....

(Kate, Christine, Helen, Me, Erica and Danny aka The Flat 10 Lovelies)

Love Songs In Age by Philip Larkin

She kept her songs, they took so little space,
The covers pleased her:
One bleached from lying in a sunny place,
One marked in circles by a vase of water,
One mended, when a tidy fit had seized her,
And coloured, by her daughter -
So they had waited, till in widowhood
She found them, looking for something else, and stood

Relearning how each frank submissive chord Had ushered in
Word after sprawling hyphenated word,
And the unfailing sense of being young
Spread out like a spring-woken tree, wherein That hidden freshness, sung,
That certainty of time laid up in store
As when she played them first. But, even more,

The glare of that much-mentioned brilliance, love, Broke out, to show
Its bright incipience sailing above,
Still promising to solve, and satisfy,
And set unchangeably in order. So
To pile them back, to cry,
Was hard, without lamely admitting how
It had not done so then, and could not now.

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