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Saturday, Oct. 20, 2001 - 09:46

*Yawn* this should be the time I get up on Saturday, not the time I get back from shopping at our second-nearest Tesco's with Mum.

Yesterday I spent most time focusing on my UCAS form. I only have to change one word of my personal statement and put in my exam boards, then take in the cash and I'm finished. I'm applying to Bath, Southampton, Sussex, York and Newcastle - I just added that one on for the heck of it :-) No, I wanted more than four - I can apply to six, but I couldn't think of six, however I'd liked the look of Newcastle when I was going to do medicine. Durham doesn't do Biochemistry. It's funny, when people do the 'where will you be in five years time?' thing, I think, well, I'll still be training! Yes, it's teacher training and my degree will be over providing I don't do a year in industry (which Bath like - don't know about York, I think they're more evenly spread. After seeing York I'm really going to have to read both prospectuses (prospecti!) and compare in depth Bath and York. Although I'll know if I go to York there won't be all the stupid puns. 'Hello, is Helen there?' 'No, she's in Bath' 'Can she call me once she gets out?' :-)

After school I went up to Grandad's, and then to church to discuss Duke of Ed. award. For our concert we're doing a 'Friends' type thing with all us girls in it - all by middle names - Chris is Ruth, Claire is Janie, Charlie is Adele, I am Louise and Abigail is Abi, although I think she spells it Abby (she has no middle name!) When Chris made the comment about Abigail being Abi, Charlie suddenly said, 'I don't like Abi, she was really mean to my friend.'

'Abi who?'

'Short blonde hair... is she going out with Lee?'

It's kinda typical really... Abi apparently did her usual brutally honest trick with Charlie's friend's hair... and Abi is one of my closest friends. Just goes to show... something.

After that, Mum picked me up and introduced me to her friend Vivien, called Viv. Viv was her best friend in primary school :-) She found her again through Friends Reunited. She seemed like a nice person, we went back to her house and she offered me orange juice. Mum made some remark about me liking it so much she has to buy masses of the value stuff, and Viv, having some of the Tropicana 100% pure, said, 'Well, my best friend and her daughter are coming 'round, I have to get the best.'

One glance around her house told me she had no children. It was pristine, classy... looked quite expensive, which was one sign, and full of lovely ornaments etc, which was another. She also had Winnie the Pooh and Eeyore toys in various places, and like her house switched between themes, her voice switched between accents to an even more alarming degree... She made a joke about how her supervisor told her off because she'd never known someone to switch between so many accents in the space of a conversation. She drank red wine. Her coffee table was huge and glass, with a beautiful carved wood underside with elephants on it.

They talked about a few things... respective partners - she was engaged, although he was away in Madrid - and Viv said that the most exciting thing about Mum's house when she was little was Grandma and the nice food she used to cook (and still does!) And black pepper from a pepper mill which was so exciting! And the we went into the kitchen so she could show us the pepper mill her fiance had bought, a tall stainless steel affair, you pressed a button on top and it ground the peppercorns and dispensed the pepper, as well as lighting up. She had a matching one for salt! She said that people were impressed by it, and her response was, 'It's not good, it's sad!' She also showed me a complicated and highly advanced corkscrew which she reckoned was erotic, and then she was laughing about how her fiance goes and buys these things from John Lewis, which was the moment that I noticed another strange device which looked like an instrument of torture, and turned out to me a capuccino machine! We drank capuccinos and she reminisced on the time she learned to make Donald Duck noises. We left eventually and she told me it was to nice to meet me, it was touching :-)

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