It seems a slight irony of blog / diary writing that when you have lots of time on your hands to write, you have very little to say, and then when you actually have lots going on that you could talk about, you're too busy to write anything.

Did the little Gulliver people live in Niniver?
I do like the word Niniver, in any case. It's like an old fashioned version of the word 'ninny'. Which is probably only a word that my mum uses
"Oh dear, I've blown up the oven, I'm such a ninny"

So yes, all of a sudden, it's all go.
I am moving house this weekend, so currently surrounded by bits of box and bag. It is usually when I have to move that I realise I have too many shoes.

I've also got a part in an episode of 'my family' (you know, the BBC1 thing with Robert Lindsay) which is jolly exciting. And in between that and moving I'm trying to find time to do some writing, go to the dentist for the 50 thousandth time, get more boxes (you can never have enough boxes, oh I love them so), go to castings, go dancing... and then the week after next I'll be working at Channel 4 for three months.

My great uncle died recently (that's great-uncle; my mum's uncle; not great(adjective) uncle. Although that's not to say he wasn't great. He was. He was called George). He was 87. I find the death of someone you don't see very much rather odd. It doesn't ever really sink in that they're not around any more. Because you only see them once a year or so, you can never quite get your head around the fact that they're not still there, ticking along, gardening and eating scones and doing crosswords. Strange. Sad. That people just slip away.

I got a new bike. One of the big black dutch ones (like Ruud Gullit in bike form, haha)
Did Ruud Gullit become a crack addict?
Can I get sued for asking that?
My boyfriend's dad's hair looks like Ruud Gullit's.
I love my new bike. It has a basket and I look mentally deranged riding it, wearing my silly BMX / skating helmet because I don't like cycling helmets but also don't want to die.

Ah boo, better go. More boxes to find and more things to put into the boxes.

Be excellent to eachother.

Ruth x

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