Don't Worry, Children, I'm Back!

Lucky for you lot, I have - at last - returned from an entire week of Belgiumness, which included too much chocolate, too much hot chocolate and far too much of some language, of which I'm not exactly sure, to be honest. A week obviously wasn't long enough. Ha. Well, it's finished, and the week can be forgotten (and trust me, it will be forgotten) , and now I can concentrate on far more important things, like the amount of sweeties etc. that I have acquired in the past four hours. Yes, at the grand old age of fifteen, I have finally been properly 'trick or treating'. Go me. And yes, in a wonderful (ahem) costume, made solely of red food dye and a cheapo tshirt from Tesco. You guessed it, I was a bad chef. No, I'm joking, I was a zombie. Not that anyone could tell that, but all I can say is, at least I knew I was a zombie. I think. Shh.
In other news, here is a special mention to Steve, who has admitted to reading this here blog. Damn you. Find someone else's thoughts to read, why don't you. Grr.
And for some sad news. Tomorrow, I embark on that awful journey, worse than that of the dead travelling through the River Styx, to that hellhole, known more commonly as Sir William Perkins's School (or perhaps Virgin Megastore. Ha, I crack me up). This means more blogging of my incessant complaining. Woo hoo.