FoshizniK!

It’s been an interesting few weeks here on the Westside.

First of all my temp contract at the dotcom I was working at came to an end. Tragedy! As usual I found myself with no alternative employment to keep me occupied and looked forward to Jeremy Kyle and signing on.

Then last Thursday, having been previously informed I would need to wait until next year, I got an offer letter to start university. In two weeks.

Of course, the temp agencies chose this moment to start bombarding me with offers of full-time temp work, which I had to turn down on account of no longer being available. Sod’s law eh. So I’ve been running around doing studenty things like applying for a student loan, bank account, registering, getting NUS cards and ID cards and all sorts of things sorted out… I start on Monday. Citin stuff eh!

Not sure exactly how I’m going to live though. Ernulf shuts for a refurb in three weeks’ time, meaning my remaining source of income, that all-important £50 a week, will disappear. It does kind of give me a kick to leave though; I’ve been hating working weekends for ages and it’s time I had two days a week to myself again. Or three days really, no lectures on Mondays!!

Still with Julie, facebook-official (ha ha) and very happy about it. Did a lot of a cycling while her parents were away, the five-mile mission from central Cambridge to her village being all too familiar to me now. And it was extremely windy nearly all the time, and I was biking into the wind. Typical. I must have lost about a stone in sweat.

This weekend, Suz and Alec are coming up for a couple of days as we are all off to Lady Towny’s wedding, where she will become Mrs Mallet and we will consume smuggled-in beverages on account of being poor. Brilliant choice of names. Everyone is growing up, and I’m going backwards.

I love it.