More recaps....

Dear Diary,

Good lord!! Why do I keep leaving such big gaps in between blogs? This is RIDICULOUS!! So now I have to do those gay-arsed recaps in which I don't properly capture every emotion or feeling that was felt at the time - not to mention I have the equivalent of a whole bottle of Rose' wine inside myself, therefore typing may...... AMY (I mean, MAY) become a problem.....

THURSDAY

So, after sharing with the world exactly what 7 songs I couldn't get out of my head last week, I went to the BSL Open evening at the Deaf Centre in town. Dead excited, mentally running over what little I'd learnt from books so far, I strutted in, helped myself to an offered Diet Coke and sat down at the only table available - at the end of the room. Everyone (quite a mixed crowd, ranging from Boots workers to blatant community service folk) stared at me, as I sat there, feeling uncomfortable under their intense gaze. It was only when literally EVERY EYE in the place was upon me that I realised I was sat at the head of the room, and everyone thought I was the tutor. Typical......

After scurrying to a proper seat and making conversation with the neighbours, the tutor (who was deaf herself) came in. It was AMAZING, she signed everything she said, while her youngest (and quite cute) son interpretted - which was cool, as we were able to follow by example. Went through a massive slideshow explaining the course and the exam, demonstrating what we already knew (community service girl knew frigging LOADS) while I terrified-ly shot glances at my phone (Lisa was meant to be ringing and my phone was cut off due to bill issues, so had to wait to receive a call detailing when we'd meet in town). She eventually rang, causing me to run out the room. Luckily, I knew the signs for "Sorry" "Important" and "Phone call" - so at least I didn't appear rude.

Met up with Lisa afterwards, who was home for a whole WEEK from Oxford. Basically hung out in our old favourite haunt, obsessing about Alice's old flame, questioning what the bloody fricking hellfire that night with Kyle was all about, and generally catching up and enjoying each other's company.

FRIDAY

Was nothing to write home about. Well, I did nothing all day, I mean - got invited to a pub tea with Lisa and her old band friend, who is generally nice but usually makes me feel like a very thick and over-excited child. Oh well, I suppose it's a pretty accurate summary! Had a FINE-ARSE baguette, shot a bit of knowledge out on the quiz machine and eyed up the talent. Fun times!

SATURDAY

Was pretty boring. Got a shift at the rugby club. No funnels were involved. Lots of unrealistically gorgeous rugby players were......... who all went off into town afterwards. Grrrrr.....

SUNDAY

........ like Friday and Saturday, were boring as hell until the evening kicked in. Went back to the old haunt, only this time accompanied by several old friends, including Alice, who was home for a brief while. Chatted, hung out, caught up, debated with RockSoc (thanks Lisa!) about exactly WHY "Dark Side of the Moon" is fucking incredible, drank loads and generally basked in that delicious old-friends glow. Sweet times! Not to mention I somehow managed to get Ring-Watcher's seemingly mute fella involved in the conversation. NO awkward silences when I'M around!!! I simply don't believe in them - if you're not going to talk AT ALL you might as well not be there. Harsh, but there you go - I'm a perpetual natterer. Even won an award for it at uni! (*blushes*) It was a proud day.......

More tomorrow!

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