The Royal Family are never far from British culture and lifestyle, however in the last couple of years they seem to have grabbed more attention than normal. The highly anticipated wedding of our future king to a "commoner" and now the celebration of 60 years of our Queen’s reign.
The bunting is up, the events are planned and, in keeping with tradition, the weather is not looking promising. The Jubilee weekend is nearly here, an opportunity to celebrate our British heritage, traditions and our Queen. It appears we are playing ball, according to internet searches we are embracing the Jubilee.
This is the most summer I have had in a long time. A combination of working, studying and generally bad British weather means my face has barely seen the sun in 5 years. So however temporary it may turn out to be, let us all rejoice for summer.
I’ve moaned too much recently. There is no reason to moan, I am happy with life. My family, my home, my friends all amaze me every day and I am encouraged to strive to be a better person. No more moaning. Just saying.
This weather is perfect. Instead of hiding inside I have taken to reading outside, long walks by the river and meals in the sun. Except meals in the sun are somewhat ruined. Usually I would never presume to tell someone how to live their lives, never preach because they chose to do things of which I don’t approve. One thing however is really starting to frustrate me. Smoking.
People’s decision to smoke does not bother me. They want to suffer the stains, smell and health effects of smoking, then that’s their choice. If they enjoy a cigarette then why shouldn’t they enjoy one? But please, don’t force me to enjoy it too! Because I don’t.
I’m asthmatic, it’s a real pain, but I didn’t choose to be and I have to live with it. Asthma in the last year has seen me in hospital, had me struggling to play sport, even take the stairs. One of my triggers is cigarettes.
I really don’t like being outside, enjoying my lunch, or just walking down the street and being forced to try and avoid smokers. It seems extremely selfish to me that people are choosing to smoke when they know that it will affect the environment for other people. We all made our choices about smoking, I chose not to do it. Please, please don’t force me to endure it.
500 Internal Server Error - “Error establishing a database connection”, or whatever alternative error it has decided to discover. Then there are the days it can’t even be bothered to come up with an error, and when it works it is so slow! This may not be Wordpress’ fault, but it comes with self-hosting.
All the wrong widgets - searching for ages to find one that does the job of one you used to have. Finding one, only to find it’s a poor man’s version.
Statistics - so much preferred the wordpress.com version! Google analytics annoys me a bit.
I do love Wordpress really, but I’m sick of it not working properly!
I did something silly. I refuse to accept that it was my fault. I am still trying to blame my younger sister for coercing me into signing up. I have shamelessly shared my sponsor link everywhere. Of course you don’t have to sponsor me, and I won’t be offended you don’t, but it would be great if you went along to your favourite charity and sent them a gift. Having worked with charities before I understand just how important your donation will be to them.
Like monkeys? Who doesn’t! Follow my monkey Pinterest board where I will share with you all my favourite monkey pictures. They’re so cute with their little noses and big eyes!!! Eating bananas and that!
I love high heels. I always have. When I got my first admin job I spent my lunchtimes window shopping, salivating over a new pair of gorgeous heels, deciding which ones to buy when I had the cash.
My collection has never been huge, but always sufficient. An assemblance of colours, styles, shapes and sizes (of heel). I had a shoe for each and every occasion I met, and if I didn’t, I knew where to get them.
University has become an accepted rite of passage into adulthood, three years of independent living, self-motivated learning and enriching opportunities. Inevitably this experience comes with a fair few bumps and bruises, but as long as there is no serious damage then it is all part of the learning process.
I take a look at three uncomfortable, but usually avoidable situations in which students can regularly find themselves.
As someone who considers themselves fairly fortunate I like to try and give back. Over the years this has ranged from volunteering my time, donating possessions and more recently creating a direct debit.
When choosing to make a monthly donation I picked my charity carefully, I selected an amount that I could reasonable afford long-term and ta-dah! I guess I shouldn’t have thought the way I did, like charitable donations were a way of being able to forget about my obligations to the community/world. It’s okay though because my charity has chosen to remind me, very regularly. Since setting up the donation a couple of months ago I have received two pieces of identical literature, emails and countless phone calls. All thanking me for my donation…then requesting more money. I appreciate the logic behind it, if I’m willing to give you money, then tell me how much good I’m doing and I’ll give you more. I am sure it work, but not in my case. Considering my income (student loan) and my lack of income-tax payments, I cannot increase my donation and I cannot gift aid it.
Recently I have found myself a little bit quiet on my blog and Twitter, even Facebook has taken a hit in the final weeks of university. Instead of scanning the web, my nose has been buried in text books. Now I have only 3000 words until I have officially completed second year.
So what will I be doing over summer? My plans include:
Lots of reading, nothing is better than reading.
Learn to run, because I always avoid running and I can’t afford the gym.
Organise all of the stuff I have accumulated, Oxfam will soon be receiving a new shops worth of stock.
Gain some more important work experience.
Prepare for the next part of my adventure, down in Berkshire, this includes finding a place to live, suitable transport - I don’t know how to be a grown up!
Writing exciting blogs!
So that’s what I have been doing and planning to do.