Welcome to Norfolk.

Life has gone downhill since I left Leeds.

It's 12:07 on a Wednsesday morning, my mum is cooking my lunch, and I'm still in my pyjamas! Everyday is like hangover club day, butI'm not even hungover :\ I also sat and watched my shoes get washed in the washing machine the other day :\

Anyway, due to my disgusting lack of blogness I'm going to let you know whats been going down in the flat sticky out bit of England otherwise known as Norfolk (or if you live here and you are a farmer (like most, although not me or Louise, because we are in the minoroty) it is pronounced "NARRRRRR-FUCK")

So, I came home a long long time ago, and promptly went out with my two best friends to Norwich which is actually quite a nice place, but not as nice as Leeds. We went to the petrol station on the way home, and bought cheesestrings and fruit pastilles. That was a good time. Then I HAD A BATH. That was immense time, I'm not even lying, and I had purple Radox bubbles!

I have discovered over the holiday that I am pretty much a domestic goddess. I can make the best carrot cake in the world, and I made scones, and mocha cake, and flapjacks. I am just good. Full stop. PERIOD.

Oh, and also, I have done nada work, but I have lent my services to my community by playing in Oliver! in King's Lynn, which starts tonight which should be giggles all round, and also I sang in a concert for my singing teacher, and played in a windband and an orchestra in a concert. I am such a nice person really!

Sexual seduction lies at nil this holiday I am very saddened to say, I feel I am letting the side down, but don't worry guys, I'll be right back on it when I actually bother to wash my hair, living in the countryside and sharing my mums car is good, it means when shes at work I'm stuck in the house, so have to make NO effort with my general appearance, fabulous, the record currently stands at 5 days without washing my hair, I'm pretty proud!

The postman is pretty much a let down at the moment too, all the post in Leeds seems to be exciting, but all I get at home is stuff addressed to Mr Hannah Dennis trying to sell me personal accident insurance, do they think I'm a klutz or something?! Gee, they don't know me very well. And I'm still waiting for post addressed to Lady Hannah Dennis the Superbulous. One day, one day!

So yeah, I believe it is time to get up, I won't dissapoint my mum by eating lunch in my PJs, I'm going to find something nice to wear!

ROGER THAT!

11 DAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!