Its raining again....

...and its making me feel miserable. Its August and its raining. Baring in mind though, this year we have had some very nice weather indeed and I have bbq'd and got burnt more than once and laid in the sunshine and relaxed in a beer garden....

but its still making me feel miserable.

So here's a poem about pirates....


Deep in the cavern as the tide flows low,
Time now of the essence let the cargo flow,
Salt drying coarsely on my ample face,
Heave Ho me hearties, there’s no time to waste,

The ship tugs taught on its rope to the west,
Darkest of night time there’s no time for rest,
Shouts from the deck now to hurry the pace,
Heave Ho me hearties, there’s no time to waste,

Seaweed clings to my boots as I haul,
Years of practice, I don’t feel at all,
Hot thrill of smuggling is all I taste,
Heave Ho me hearties, there’s no time to waste,

Promise of gold makes the men work hard,
Tidal pools now start to fill the yard,
Loading up the cave now becomes a race,
Heave Ho me hearties, there’s no time to waste,

Last few crates loaded off the ship,
Evacuate the cavern now the tides let slip,
Back into the boughs over the blackest foam,
Heave Ho me hearties, we need to get home.

Choc's Away....

Well there we go....ive entered the world of blogging....apparently.

Lets see how this pans out for me.

Thanks to Storkette for finally making something in my brain 'click' and actually get off my arse and start this up. Been meaning to for a while now.

My life is neither richly fulfilling or vastly interesting, but that does not in any way appear to me to be boring.

Im currently 23..heading fast towards 24...im broke...im currently in my pjs ive had for the past 6-7 years and I have not taken them off all day and have had a creative mindblock-y disaster-y day (y)

Im meant to be completing my masters degree in History at my local university, and i now have just over a month to complete it. Im much further behind than I wanted to be and set myself a target of 2500 words to do today. I failed. This happens alot.

I also work part time for an estate agency....as their secretary and generally person who does all the paperwork and screams insane profanities at the photocopier. Ive been here for about a year and a half and so far I have reached the conclusion that estate agents arent half as bad as people make out.....but the vast majority of the general public are appallingly nasty, made up of liars, cheats and down right lunatics.

The other thing about working for an estate agent means that I have now entered the world of property with my partner, Rich. We now own (although him slightly more than me...did I already mention im broke?) our own flat, which is rather nice and so is he. Generally speaking. Right now i'll agree. He's mentioned cake.

Im going to eat cake.

Yum.