Ugh. National Economic Planning.

I am currently, well not currently 'cos I'm currently blogging, revising for my next and final exam. i'll be honest, it's no more exciting than the one I had last week, but it's marginally more interesting. I'm currently revising "planning frameworks". I'm unsure what this is, which is why I should revise it. I want to be in the suuuuuun!

And there endeth my annual paddle...

In light of the recent bout of AMAZING weather, Katie and I went to Heysham (pronounced hee-sham). Despite nearly ending up on a ferry to the Isle of Man (thankfully we didn't), we finally ended up at the beach. It was sooooo warm, and sunny, and nice! I decided to paddle, and despite nearly losing my flip flops (it's that sunny, I've brought the flip flips out!) and falling over almost, it was amazing! There were odd patches of warmth, and cold-th. I have also finished "Mother Tongue" and am onto "Yes Man" by Danny Wallace. I am not feeling inspired though. Still a funny read though, so all is good.

Time for Britain's Got Talent now... Tchus!

Oh, Calamity!

Well, these past few days have been quite epic. I have seen Star Trek, Coraline, fell (not feel as I previously typed) up the stairs, been to A&E, and bought Flight of the Conchords.

The other evening, we went to see Star Trek. It was actually the single most exciting film I have watched in well over a year. Everything was going fine. We'd gotten tickets, and were going up the stairs. Guess who managed to fall up at least 3 steps? On the harsh corners of the stairs I knocked my knee. It hurt like hell, but I thought nothing of it, and enjoyed the awesomeness of Star Trek. I thought all was well, I went to walk down the stairs and it really hurt. I got home, had a look, and there was a huge bump on it. This scared me (having had problems with my knees before), so I rang NHS Direct, and after giving them lots of information, I got put through to a nurse, and asked the same questions. In the end, she recommended I go get it checked. So, Katie took me to A&E and Naomi came in with me. What a fucking palarver. After an hour of waiting, I got to see triage, who then told me the doctor wouldn't be long. An hour later, and with no sign of a doctor, I got bored. Also, my lump had gone down, so I figured it wasn't my knee cap. I discharged myself. And all is good now.

Coraline, is so scary! For a kids film it is utterly petrifying! They had buttons for eyes! BUTTONS!

Also, as today is now Friday, it is so sunny! And actually warm! Heat! I decided against bringing a jacket out!

So many lies...

Well, the exam went as terribly as planned. I managed to make up so many lies about pension policy in France and about French agriculture, but I think I managed to pass. Just. It was all terribly boring in the exam. Invigilators kept disappearing, and reading the exam papers, as is tradition. I got incredibly bored. We had to write double spaced, or "on each second line" as the weird woman said, who didn't understand I wanted to rip the cover off with the questions on, so I didn't have to keep flicking to the back. She had to get back up from Birgit. Thankfully, Birgit knew what was going on. I swear they let morons work for DELC.

Also, today we went to "Wibbly Wobblies" for luncheon. It was nice, if a little pricey. I was also disappointed by the "blackcurrant" ice cream Katie bought me. It was just vanilla, with a hunt of purple. Not a patch on Italian gelati. God, I miss gelati.

Not my soul! Anything but my soul!

Well, today is judgement day. I shan't capitalise it, as it's not THE Judgement Day. It's my own personal judgement day, in which I have to face the epic Euro200 exam. The one exam that I've actually thought it will be a miracle if I can pass. It just doesn't make sense. Any of it. I'd rather the exam were in French. Or Swedish. Or Afrikaans. I could answer it better. I shall blogg later. Now, I must weep.

A day of tea, Muse and Pflegeversicherung

Today, I decided against going to the library to revise. Mainly, because I like having a soul, and the library cannot have mine. I have done some revision at home, but it has been halted, due to Birgit's incessant usage of silly German words. I mean Pflegeversicherung, Mitbestimmunsgesetz, and Betriebsverfassungsgesetz are all silly, silly words. I did make a rather marvellous blogg, giving you all a brief history of Germany since 1871, but then, my laptop froze, as per, so I started again. Wikipedia it if you're that bothered.

And now, I must return to my Sozialleistungsquote, or Social Expenditure Rate. No, it's no clearer to me in English either.

Make. It. Stop.

Today, I have done 3 hours of solid revision for my Euro200 module. It is just so boring. I have made a list (4 pages long, no less) of terms to look up, or "unknowns" as I have called them. I am currently on term 5 of about 30. It is so boring. Never again will I have a need to know that Social Market Economy in German is Soziale Markwirtschaft. Tonight is Britain's Got Talent and Domino's time. Thankfully. I hope Katie has wine for us to drink, whilst we most definitely do not discuss the text.

My sock also returned. I am content.

Ode to sock

Well, today people, is a very sad day indeed. For the first time ever, I have lost a sock whilst doing the laundry. I have no idea where it could be. It can only be in the corner where I dump dirty clothes to be u, or in the washing machine. Or en-route to the washing machine. I have conducted a thorough search of all 3 possible places, and nothing has been found. Iceland's Eurovision song (mentioned in the previous blogg) has new meaning. Alas stripey light blue sock, I knew yee well. That was pretty bad, and I apologise.

In other news, I watched Burn After Reading today. I was so let down it was unbelievable. I don't recommend it at all. It wasn't even part of the "it's so bad, you have to watch it" category. It was just bad. AVOID.

A tale of lost lottery tickets, "Spanalan" and Tom Hanks

Today has been a mixed one. I started the day waking up to my alarm clock, which was put on snooze several times, until I decided that I should really get up and practise my Catalan presentation. I say practise, I mean just saying it over and over again hoping it sinks in. I then proceeded to campus, picked up my Euro200 texts (I will comment on these when I start to work on them on Thursday no doubt), and went to sit in one of the DELC kitchens amb la Katie. Cristina passed us and wished us "Que vagi bé", meaning "all the best" (or to grammar nazis like myself, 'That it goes well'). This was confusing, as Cristina taught us Spanish last year, and hearing her speak in Catalan was just odd. I had been pre-warned to not look at Fred when I went in, so this I did. First, I had to read out my library card, which they had on a piece of paper, for 'anonymity', even though they could tell it was me by my voice. Then proceeded, seeing Fred out of the corner of my eye, looking grumpy and writing things down. I assumed he did this for everyone else. Well, I hope he did. Everything went well, until I left and said 'Adios' instead of 'Adéu'. So close.

I have been Eurovisioning alot today. I have realised the meaning behind the lyrics of Iceland's entry. She lost her lottery ticket. "Is it true? Is it over? Did I throw it awaaaaay? Was it you? Did you tell me, you would never leave me this way?" Clearly refering to her losing her ticket, struggling to cope with it, and blaming whoever 'you' is, who then proceeds to leave her.

I also went to watch Angels and Demons today. Apart from Tom Hanks not being right for Robert Langdon, the film was quite flawed. Victor Victoria, or whatever her name was, was a poor actress, and it changed a key element in the plot, in that the 4th cardinal survived and became el Papa. Stupid Ron Howard.

My, anything to avoid revision!

Me and Naomi today have emailed the BNP. Below is the email we sent, followed by our suggestion to 'Genius'. Enjoy.

To whom it may concern,

we recently received your helpful and informative leaflet illustrating the British National Party's (BNP) beliefs and politics. Not only was it informative, but also entertaining. We do feel we should highlight some innaccuracies in your facts, however.

Firstly, we commend you for your presentation in this leaflet, but the fact that you seem to think that the entire population of Turkey, plus a few million extra (CIA World Fact book, or Wikipedia. My little sister could find that out, and she's 6) are going to "swamp britain" seems unrealistic and sensationalist. This would leave Turkey desolate. Would this give property developpers a new oppurtunity? To buy and develop the country of Turkey? Also, if they do 'swamp' Britain, why don't we just move there: a. it's warmer, b. it's cheaper. Think of the advantages! We propose a time-share scheme with the country of Turkey.

We are also intrigued by your use of various military 'victories' in your 'slogan' "Because WE'VE earned the right!". It cites Trafalgar, The Somme, Dunkirk, D-Day and The Falklands. A few things here. Trafalgar, we shall let you have, that was indeed a victory, over our now ally, the French. The Somme, is a victory in the sense that it wiped out almost an entire generation of our young men, only to advance a few metres, leaving France scarred with the blood of our troops for decades to come. Dunkirk, for those not in the know, was an actual retreat. A bit like Vietnam. The Falklands, really? REALLY?

Let us move on to the European Union. Or the 'Common Market' as some of your voters like to call it. It's not really that bad of a concept. It provides support to our country. I accept that France get much more than their fair share of the CAP subsiduaries, but, aside from that, what bad has the EU really caused Britain? Immigration is a natural part of a country's growth. Our country is steeped in immigration, providing a fertile place for different ideas to merge and blossom, creating the Britain we know today.

"It's not racist to oppose mass immigration and political correctness" Have you not seen Hairspray?! Or, are there too many 'negros' in it for your liking? We would like to draw attention to the fact that every person on your leaflet is white. Have you considered branching out? Appealing to those immigrants who have lived in our country for generations?

We suggest you change BNP to stand for Bullsh*t, No Tolerance, and Poor grasp on reality.

Hopefully, you will consider what we have said, and we thankyou for taking the time to read our suggestions.

Yours sincerly,

(Interracial hugs and kisses)

Martin and Naomi

P.s. The muslim turks send their love x

Solution for immigration: Immigration is a widely debated topic; we suggest a time-share between countries that allows whole countries to swap for the summer, hence giving immigrants a chance to properly experience britain. for example, Turkey; they come over here while we take advantage of their sunshine, and they make the most of the British experience. Freaky Friday, but with countries

Possible swaps: America and Iran; Wales and Argentina; Scotland and Kenya; Australia and Antarctica; China and Greenland; Not only could this bond nations as it basically involves a giant mass holiday away, but also would allow different countries to properly understand the other's culture, issues and way of life. Also, this would be a big boost for tourism everywhere. Novelty mug sales would go through the roof!

Apparently...

I am these things, according to a quiz on Facebook. I say quiz. It simply involved clicking which month you were born in. These are January traits.


Ambitious and serious - I suppose
Loves to teach and be taught - Little bit.
Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses - Hah. Yes.
Likes to criticize - Duh.
Hardworking and productive - Varies
Smart, neat and organized - Neat and Organised = YES!
Sensitive and has deep thoughts - Sometimes
Knows how to make others happy - I do?
Quiet unless excited or tensed - Perhaps
Rather reserved - Maybe?
Highly attentive - Have they ever sat through a Zaddy seminar? You cannot be attentive in them...
Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds - YES!
Romantic but has difficulties expressing love - yes?
Loves children - NO!
Homely person - I prefer the term 'domestic'
Loyal
Needs to improve social abilities - Yes.
Easily jealous - Yep.

When I was Miss Baltimore Craaaaaabs

What does that even mean? I'm not doubting the awesome-ness of Hairspray, but I mean the title of Michelle Pfeiffer in this is dubious. I actually properly watched the film yesterday, after previously making do with a series of unrelated clips on youtube. It is actually an amazingly amazing film. Casual racism, and fattism set to a backdrop of musical interludes. "I wish every day were Negro Day."

Not alot has happened recently. Except avoidance of revision.

Even though it hurts...

Well, we are living, at present, in an era in which I've not consciously lived in for some time. I am talking of course about Eurovision success! Having been out the night before, I had every intention of not drinking whilst watching Eurovision. As soon as Lithuania came on, I changed my mind. 2 bottles of wine, 173 points, and man in a green catsuit later, the excitement hit! We finished fifth! Actual fifth! And not last! Of course, one must feel sorry for the Ukrainian woman. She remortgaged her flat to afford her hamster wheels and future romans. I was unsure about Graham Norton's commentary at first, but as the alcohol started flowing, his commentary got much more Graham-esque. Comments about the Michelle McManus woman from Malta never having met a Malteser she didn't like. Harsh.


And now, today shall be spent in the library, trying to upload pictures onto facebook, cos my laptop hates me. Ugh.

He's got chips in his pocket!!

Well, what has been happening since the last time I blogged? Not alot is the short answer. I had my Catalan exam yesterday, all 3h15 of it, even though I was finished after 2 hours. It wasn't bad, althought apparently Catalan don't like to spell things how they say them. Great (!)

[Minutes pass. Eurovision interupts.]

I'm not watching it on the telly, I'm youtube-ing the songs I liked. Cos I'm that cool. I really love Eurovision. It's so tacky, and we never win, but I have been watching the semi-finals. I like to see who is going to beat us.

What else has happened? Erm... I had my French speaking this morning. Was okay, surprisingly. I rang Orange to set up my account again. After speaking to a lovely man in Bombay, and being interluded by Circus and Human by Britney Spears and The Killers respectively, I managed to set up £15 a month with unlimited texts. I'm content. Bye bye O2! And then I went to look at somewhere to live in my final year. It was amazing. Everything I wanted. But. I just didn't feel it. Maybe It'll grow on me the more I think about it. Maybe.

I also want a travelator like Greece's Eurovision entry has.

Je bored.

Everyone loves a bit of Franglais. "Je bored" is a perfect example of such rich linguistical language. Naturally, the only people to hate Franglais are the French. It is their duty to crusade against all non-Frenchness, and kill it, making sure it can never again return to life. Ever.

I am bored, and procrastinating, so I am blogging. I am currently in a windowless prison, somewhere in a building in which "Science" *shudders* is taught. I fear the men will come for me soon, to cart me away, beat me up a bit, and dump me on DELC's loving doorstep saying "...and don't let us catch you hear again, you dirty linguist!" I signed up for a beginners, and I mean ultra beginners, German course earlier. £52! for 4 whole days! It's alot, but I hope to gain alot from the experience, and add a non-latin language to my repertoire of languages. And perhaps I shall continue it in France, well, in Rennes, and become a linguistic God. But. Freud says I am past the language learning age. So I am a bit screwed. Oh well. I'll prove that nutter wrong.

I'm not looking forward to Catalan tomorrow. I have made my tiny postcards of Catalan. But not enough. I'll do some more tonight, so I feel like I've done something. Then, like most days, I will proceed in taking over the world.

Hah. I was gonna finish blogging then, but it reminded me of Bosnia & Herzegovina's Eurovision entry. It was all a bit Soviet. There was a man singing in Bosnian (perhaps, or maybe Herzegovinian), and there were women in white soviet-esque hats, and playing drums... We expected the doors to seal, the lights go out, followed by the sound of a single shot being fired, shortly followed by cries of "He is dead! The President is dead! Long live the Leader!". Or, failing that, a flag to drapse down, the Bosnia-Herzegovinian flag, with a 40foot high portrait of their leader, with a soviet-style salute given. Alas, it did not. But I'm sure they got through, somehow, despite being shit. But not as shit as Armenia. Oh God, that was bad.

It's just so camp!

Well, last night, for those not in the know, was the first semi-final of Eurovision. Oh, Eurovision. It's got me through many tough times. The first entrant that was on was Montengro (who are still kicking themselves over their split with Serbia after Serbia's win in 2007). It was a woman singing, and a man dancing. You have honestly never seen such hypnotic hips. He served no purpose, and we suspect he was the only gay man in Montenegro. Afterwards we felt a sudden urge to vote for Montenegro. There were some odd ones: FYRM was a bit Macedonian Jonas Brothers; Sweden was a bit pop-opera, or popera if you will; Belarus, and infact most other entrants, were very sexually ambiguous. Alot of men in dresses methinks.

Today I came to revise in the library, for my Catalan exam tomorrow (3h15 long! A new record!), and just felt no motivation at all. I will finish my cards later, but I seriously, just cannot be bothered at all. No és bo. Or bé. Or bona. Or bon. Noone knows. I also did some research for my French speaking on Friday, and found out that to go to Eurockéenes, for a weekend camping ticket it costs €85 or something ridiculously cheap like that. Kicks V Fest and its 'bargain' £145 weekend camping out of the water. Where France lose though is on cinema prices: €9 was the cheapest adult price i saw. €9! Daylight robbery!

Can I go to the toilet please?

[Well, today was a bit non-descript. I went to the library nice and early, and settled in, deep in the heart of the place, near Russian, French and English Lit. There were windows, so it wasn't all bad. Plus, Lauren turned up, so I wasn't busy despairing alone. ] I blogged that the other day, then got bored and gave up.

Today, I had my first exam of the year. Proper exam, not class test. In the great hall, with clocks and everything. I was number 26. 6 years older than myself. 2 hours is a long time. Well, this is what you think before, when you're outside, fighting your way past the rabble of English Lit. students who want their numbers. We won in the end. We all got ours, and they were still coming in late after we were well seated. Then a man suddenly announced "It's twenty to. Start." I expected our instructions to be read out or something. This was not the case. Despite all this kerfuffle, the exam paper wasn't actually too bad. It was nicer than I expected, and I wrote things. Then, about half an hour into it, I was hit by an urge to pee. I figured "it'll pass! and I'll wait til the end". This was not the case. I found myself one of many people who had made the decision to go for a pee, escorted. It felt weird. I thought it would clear my mind, and make me work better. It did not. The urge to pee was replaced by singing in my head. The Spanish eurovision entry I believe.

But all is good. I am now free of the Roland and Zaddy forever. Or at least until resit time.

Also: Happy 100th blogg to me!

Ugh. I shan't be here much longer.

I blogg in fear. Fear that my laptop will not last the length of the blogg. Recently it has decided to only last for 20 minute periods (10 minute if not plugged in), then it dies. It's most irritating. For this reason, and the fact that of late I haven't felt a huge urge to blog, I have not blogged in a few days. Not alot has really happened. I spent all of Wednesday in the library doing my Cross Cultural Essay, and only got 600 or so words done. Then, in the evening I finished it. It is now handed in, so all is good. Also good is my Portfolio Essay. I got 70 :D Ruth got 80. Putting us all to shame. Again. But, I shan't deny her it, she's ruddy good at Spanish.

Today, Katie persuaded me to go to Preston, 'cos she needed a bag. So, as such, needed to go to Primark. There is something about Preston that I just don't like. I can't quite place what, as it's not that bad. It's just a bit grim. Katie got her bag, so all is good.

I also had my last Epic seminar today, with the Zaddster, who Ruth informs me is not of this country. No 'Zaddy's have been born in this country. It seems our inkling's about her being born in somewhere that doesn't exist anymore, like Ceylon or Swaziland, are somewhat well-founded. I feel almost, not quite confident, or optimistic, but somewhat less scared about this exam.

Why IS Piers Morgan?!

Eee when I were a lad.

This is Yorkshire-speak for 'Eeee when I was a lad'. Clearly the simple conjugation of 'to be' has not quite been grasped in my home county. Anyway, I feel some sort of nostalgia towards the 1930s today, since being told that that current recession *yawns* could be worse than that following the Wall Street Crash (or the WSC to those who did Modern World History at GCSE. Acronyms were all we had.) I don't know how bad the 'bust' period hit the UK in the 30s, but it hit America pretty hard. They had to come up with so many acronyms, or Alphabet Agencies, to try and sort things out. Well, Roosevelt did. TVA - Tennessee Valley Authority. That is the only one i remember. Keddie would be ashamed. But yes, Roosevelt did some good, and actually did something. As much as I hate egg-man and his merry band of upper-class twits (all of whom have won the prestigious 'Upper Class Twit of the Year Award' at least once in their pitiful lives) I fear it will be they who sort us out in this recession. Hopefully once they're done, Vince Cable and his merry band of fence-sitters will swoop in and make everything a bit more fun.

Anyway. Yesterday was Cinco de Mayo. I think I already explained, it's just another French defeat celebration day.Happy days. So Katie dragged me to Aldi, and ASDA, for Tequila and whatever else she bought yesterday. Oooh. I bought a box of wine from Aldi. "Badger's Creek." It looks so bad.However, Katie made Quesadillas (pronounced 'kesadiyas') and Fajitas (pronounced Fahitas) (not to be confused with pajita, which means straw... so I'm told.). They were really yummy. They actually were.

So, now my day will consist of returning to the library when it opens in 9 minutes, and working like mad on my Cross-Cultural Project. Bad times.

Trapped in a Box.

Well, a whole 16 minutes ago I logged onto this wonderous computer. 9 minutes ago, it finally decided to log me on. I hate library computers. I intend to do work so I can go and celebrate 'Cinco de Mayo' this evening. Not, as I thought, Mexican Independence Day. Just a day when the Mexicans celebrate defeating the French. It seems that everyone has had a go at the French. Anywho, I got to the library early, I was sat on the bus thinking 'I do hope it's open'. This is my life. I do however have a can of Relentless cleverly concealed in a bottle of Ribena. I say cleverly concealed, I just drank the Ribena, and poured the Relentless in.

Yesterday was poo. It rained. It was freezing. I got 40-42 on an essay. An all-time low. However, I had answered the wrong question. So, to say I passed on an essay that I didn't answer, I'm quite impressed. Catalan was erm... it's usual rushed self. I'm starting to tire of Catalan, although it is still my 'foreign language of choice' when talking to myself in foreign. I'm honestly not crazy. Okay. Maybe a little. But still.

Què et passa pel cap?

This is Facebook's Catalan version of the 'What's on your mind?' bit of Facebook. It used to be 'Que estas fent ara mateix?', which I much prefered. Something else I dislike about Catalan Facebook is that it's very rude. It assumes I like being 'tutoyer'd'. For those non-Francophones, this is the informal form of addressing to someone. For those people who think they are clever when they use 'Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?', this uses the polite form, or indeed the 'you plural' form. So they are either asking someone politely to sleep with them, or asking alot of people to have an orgy with them. Anyway, French Facebook asks you everything in the 'vous' form, known as 'to vouvoyer', whilst Catalan asks everything in the Catalan equivalent of the 'tu' form. I just found it quite rude.

Yesterday's happiness waned a bit last night, so I decided to find Eurovision songs. I actually quite like Spain's entry. Mainly because I can understand most of the Spanish. What is concerning me is: 'Quiero clavarte mi cruz', which I think means 'I want to lock you in my cross'. Now, we all assume Spain are quite Catholic, but who knew they were all about the crucifying.

I have taken to eating fruit recently. Recently means, as of yesterday. I purchased some raspberries from ASDA, and some 'Cripps Pink' apples, thinking they were like the nice Pink Ladies, but cheaper. This was a lie. They're not nice, but at the same time, they're edible. So I shall cope. Also not nice from ASDA, Yum Yums. I was let down. They were not as nice as Sainsbury's superior Yum Yums.

Oh, look! Her legs have grown back!

Well, last night was a jolly good night out, for Jen's 21st birthday. I got through a whole bottle of Martini Rosso. Neat. Before we even left the house. Yet, I still managed to stagger about town, and drink more whilst out. It was a marvellous night. Seriously, it was that good, that I have had to unearth forgotten adjectives to describe its greatness.

Anyway, today was mostly spent going 'ughhhh'. [Oh, Martin, it's all falling to pieces - Interjects Katie] Slight hangover, followed by an unexpected feeling of happiness. So, all is good. Plus, Katie has her car now, and we went to Morecambe. And sat on the beach. Not the cockle-pickers beach. The safe, non-sinky-sand beach. It was good, and sunny. If a tad chilly. Then went t'Asda, and spent alot of money, on stuff I didn't really need. Again. It is a place of evil. Or as someone recently put it, 'the bar in Star Wars'. From the first film. The proper first film, not the fake 'prequel'.

And, 'We teach people to finger knit'. On that note, I shall take my leave.

"I'm sick of this dress, and these Jimmy Choo's"

I actually really, REALLY, hate this song. Apart from the fact that it is shit, it will now hold a very special place of hatred in my heart, for it was the song that was on the radio as the dentist gave me my first fillings today. Surprisingly the giant metal needle (it really was huge) didn't hurt that much. Just like a normal injection. It must just be my painful memory of the one I had in the roof of my mouth (or 'pallet' as dentist folk call it). But yes, apart from feeling like my mouth was drooping and I kept slavering out of the side of it for the next couple of hours, all is okay. Apart from the minor twang of pain I'm feeling around that area. Nothing Martini cannot solve.

This brings me onto the topic of my sisters orthodontist. She goes to a different one I went to. It is really weird. All the chairs are in the same room, not facing each other, my sister assures me, and so all the relatives of their children can see other children in pain. It is a poor design. That and 'S Club 7' were playing in the background (Don't Stop Moving, I believe). Sinister, or what? Another thing which made me chuckle there, was that I saw this woman who was the spitting image of Margaret from The Apprentice (You know, the one who came up with the Cassandra analogy). It was odd.

Today, I, oh God, it's terrible just even telling you about it, got the train back from the Shire to Lancastria. It was fine, if a little busy, and then this woman, named Maria, sat next to me. I spent the first 15 minutes of the train journey thinking "oh God, please get off. Stop talking on your phone." Then she stopped talking on her phone. And talked to me. To be fair, I was totally wrong about her, she was a lovely woman who gave me some good advice. Wether I take on her advice is a different matter, but we shall see. I liked her box analogy. We work in boxes, we go home in our little boxes, we live in our little boxes. All about boxes. They work like bubbles, but are boxes, and fit together a bit better.

Well, that is all yogur-readers! Fare well!