*WARNING* This may be a long post, due to prolonged absence from blog-land.

What a lot has hapened since last Wednesday! Oh look at that! It has been exactly one week since my last post. Never say I'm not observant.

But enough blathering. What has happened. Right. Yes. Well, firstly, and obviously most importantly, on Friday I handed in my essays. All 3 of them. Done and finished forever. Thank bloody God. If they had taken any longer (although not that they could have because Friday was the deadline, but work with me here) there may possibly have been a call for Vallium, or some other such anti-depressant. The handing-in process in itself was enough to tip me over the edge. I had prepared a whole, and rather lengthy, post on Friday afternoon going into some depth and detail as to why exactly it was the worst day of my life (again - I have a lot of them), but my crappy computer crashed, and it seems that Blogger's 'recover post' function only works when the crapness of Blogger is at fault, not the crapness of your laptop, and I really couldn't be bothered to write it all again, so you shall all just have to use your imaginations. Although to be honest in the time it took me to type all that I probably could have written about it again twice over. But such is life.

On Friday night me and the boyfiend went to see The Amityville Horror. I thought it was very good, the boyfriend was less impressed (but only slightly). To be honest it was impressive just to see that someone from Home and Away (Melissa George) actually has a career after leaving the aforementioned fabulous-but-not-a-great-step-on-the-career-ladder soap. I mean, just look at Dannii Minogue.* In addition to all this, it scared the bejeezus out of me. Upon returning to my slightly-sinister-in-the-dark hundred year old terraced house, I was a little bit apprehensive, and even insisted that the boyfriend accompany me to the bathroom while I went to the toilet, as it has already been unanimously decided that if ever there was a haunted room in our house, the bathroom would be it.

Hmm, what next. Oh yes. On Saturday afternoon I went home for the weekend. (For the benefit of Jon, I left LEEDS and went back to WALES for the WEEKEND, and am now back in LEEDS again.) The May bank holiday in Colwyn Bay is 'celebrated' by a weekend of Victorian-themed fun and frivolity at the Victorian Extravaganza in Llandudno and then on Monday Prom Day at, wait for it, Colwyn Bay Prom. I spent Prom Day with my lovely best friend and nearly killed myself on the world's most terriying ferris wheel, because on Sunday night me and the boyfriend had a roaring argument and were not on speaking terms. But don't worry! The fairytale isn't over! We made up yesterday morning and all is now well again, after I made him apologise to me. I love being in the right.

And then yesterday, while driving back to Leeds I got caught in perhaps the worst storm EVER. It was thundering and lightning right overhead, no one could drive over 20mph because there was so much water on the motorway, and it started hailing the biggest hailstones I have ever seen. I had to pull over several times every time the hailing got a bit too scary, but thankfully I made it back alive.

And I think that brings us up to date, because apart from paying the water bill and attending a very boring seminar nothing of remote interest has happened so far today.

And oh yes, my laptop is dead. The old thing has finally gven up the ghost and choked it. Thankfully, Daddy Dearest will have a brand-spanking new second hand one for me when I go back to Wales this weekend for a wedding and then blogging will finally return to normal.

*I have just remembered that Julian McMahon of Charmed and Nip/Tuck fame started out in Home and Away. There goes my theory.