Basically

It's the end of term. At. Last.

No more panto. Thank the freakin' Lord.

Actually, I think it went reasonably well. With the exception, perhaps, of the part when Mr. C thought it would make sense to do his scene again after it had already finished. But never mind. it was actually very hilarious. Even though no-one got the "but I don't like Pimms" bit.

On Friday, we gate crashed a Year Ten chemistry lesson, didn't hand in several bits of over-due homework, and open a multitude of cards. After school had finished, I went home with Rose and Omar. And then I realised I'd left the pantomime cow at school, so we drove back (full speed ahead, and all that) collected the cow, parked in Sainsbury's, and delivered the cow back the the Fairy Godmother. I was sad to see it go - I had become quite attached to the darling thing, and its flappy ears.

Omar, Rose and I watched She's The Man, and also all the episodes of Black Books from series one. Then we ate chips and muffins, and watched QVC, followed by Dawson's Creek. It was fab.

SAturday, I babysat Daniel for two hours, during which we constructed a lego car. And the Lauren came home, and I watched television in their house for as long as I would usually be at school on a school day.

Sunday, I went to Tash's where we watched many a film, and had much discussion about lesbianism. As is the norm with Tash. Fab indeed.

Tonight is Laura's party. I am going to bring a nice big bottle of Malibu to hide under my jacket.

Indeed.

I have nothing else to say really. Yes, I know, no rants, scary non?

The cat keeps headbutting the keybporad;.