Breakdown

So, half term has floated down upon us.

So far, it has brought the joys of kitchen tidying, and watching much ABC1.

Today, I read old blogs. It was this time last year that I had my major spack at Thomas. I can't believe that was a whole year ago. It seems insane. Who knew that stuff would change so much in just 365 days? I'm not even friends with half the people I was friends with last year. I have new friends, I have new enemies. I don't listen to the same music, I have a different hair colour, I'm not even in the same form. It is very scary. Yes indeed.

In other news, Mother is back from the land that is Egypty. Which is nice, I guess. Except she's even balder than before. Bless. I can't help laughing. I am so cruel.

I helped my brother to dye his hair black, on Friday. It would seem that he is following my example in the multitude of hair colours malarky. Fiendish copy-cat. Ah well, he looks ridiculous, so I'll forgive him. He won't, however, add pink stripes to his hair. Which he should do, as boys look nicer with pink bits. It is a scientifically proven fact.

Happy half term, mes amis.