Well on Wednesday it's my graduation from Lincoln ... I'm semi-looking forward to it and semi-worrying, but hey, that's life. I am a worry-pot, always have been, always will be. My ballet teacher named me Worrypot when I was about 10 because I was such a perfectionist. Ah well. I really need to stress less.
My holiday in Newquay was fabulous, I had the best time! The atmosphere was really chilled and relaxed and I could see myself living there. My boyfriend made a comment when we drove past a hospital that I could apply for a job there some day ... that'd be perfect! I had a surfing lesson that went pretty well, and surfed for the rest of the trip, although didn't improve massively. I do, however, have very funky surfer-chick hair after I've been surfing. It turns into a curly blonde mess that apparently looks very cool. Somehow I think The Man only told me this because he was fed up of me straightening my hair every time he was hungry and needed to get something to eat Now or he Might Die from Starvation. (Men are so impatient!!! It only takes me ten minutes to straighten my mop!) In his defence I will say that he is great to go shopping with. He carried all my bags, like a personal shopping assistant and never moaned once! We ate clotted cream teas and played lots of frisbee. I posed for a picture outside Newquay Rowing Club ... haha I'm obsessed!!!
