CIAO DOWN TO COW TOWN.

'Ite pard?
How are you all?
Good i hope
right so introductions over.
I feel i've left it too long again for a blog, i started off so well, now look at me, i'm like one of those gypsy women who have kids/animals/vegetables/anything
and forget about them within a week.
I'm currently on a train back from Corn-bizzle after a stop shop visit to get doctors and other cool stuff done,
But did enjoy seeing my friend whilst back and had a good ol' giggle, only two weeks till i see her again for the Britney party, (yes it's still happening)
but didn't get a chance to see my other friend as she's not feeling too well atm. which is a shame, as i miss her! (i'm being sneaky, as i know she'll read this, ;)) (second bracket says; I love you shanny fanny ;)) god. i'm like a creepy internet stalker.
right so a few things i've realised since being back is that
1) the further down the country you go, the more the buses smell of pee,
2)I miss homes under the hammer, and Escape to the country. I realise how lame that sounds but I genuinely enjoy the first (didn't the presenter die though? i don't know, someone help me out here), and the latter  for Alistair Appleton I think he's gay though, which is a shame, because i'd blates be in there otherwise, with my charm and good looks. PAH
let's not go there.(if anyone's reading this, if you want to get me a wicked b'day prezzie, a boxset of either will go down well)
3) it takes 4 hours exactly to get home, and apparently it takes 5 hours going back. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? are the trains tired? do they need a lucazade?
maybe because it's uphill. from Cornwall to Bath, that works... maybe that's it.
4) everyone i know is pregnant or engaged, why? i'm not even 20 yet, and am already being asked when i'm thinking about getting hitched! i don't like babies. or weddings. leave me alone. I'm happy being Bridget Jones thank you very much.
This is going to be a short one, i'm easing myself in, like anal sex.
Not that i'd know, but my friend would, she text me saying so.
cool kid.

Ciao
XX