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At 11 o'clock last night a remembered that I was supposed to be moving house today, tricky! After a mad scramble of crazyness, involving me actually getting out of bed during the morning part of the day, (nearly) all of my possessions have been shoved, in no paticular order, into various boxes, the lids of which have no hope of closing, even if one person sits on top whilst another covers them in duct tape.

The feat however can be considered a success, despite the bomb site appearence of my heathfield Rd room. Afterall one car load of clutter is now in the new house, another in my parents Garage, and I didn't have to call in sick. You could almost call it a miracle!

The highlight of the morning came at midday (about the time I had to leave for work) when I recieved a call of distress from a Chinese friend of mine. Disaster had struck, she had called her husband, he however could not make it back from London. So Dad and I went to the rescue. We shoved some tissue paper into the hole that the spider had run into, assured her that it would not kill her, and zoomed me off to work.

The adventures never end, however my time in the Heathfield house nearly has. But what a joy it has been!

Vix

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Heathfield Girls are the personification of lastminute.com: whether it be the 'oh its 9pm but why not to to Greenbelt now?!' (aka Fran and Vic) or 'oh I have an exam tomorrow' type of revision (aka Vic) or 'maybe I should delay my medical studies to study psycology for a year even though the deadline has long gone' (aka Mim). Many more examples could be mentioned but they will suffice to prove a point.
Lx

Make Tea Not War

After nearly a month of gallivanting I have returned smelly, tired, slightly ill and with a new t-shirt bearing the phrase used as the title of this post to Heathfield Road.

We flew out of Stansted the Saturday following all the arrests, it's not everyday you get a free grope. We spent the week doing lots of activities in the French alps, particular highlight- a meal most of the way up a mountain in a tiny restaurant surrounded by goats and cooked by the French equivalent of Dirty Sanchez followed by a lift down a mountain track in the back of the pick-up truck driven by aforementioned frenchmen with added eau de vie (plum flavour.)

The night rounded off with a visit to the locals' club/bar in the village, luckily we'd all had tetanus shots before travelling.

A quick turn-around at home followed before departing in my car for France for a week with my family. I drove without killing anybody even when I was in France- did cut up a really slow English driver on the way into the ferryport on the way home, felt quite bad but managed to avoid a show-down on the boat. We didn't do much, it was a bit of a rest before sorting out the house as Dad has new job starting in DUNDEE, that's in SCOTLAND, where it's COLD and DARK and about 500 MILES FROM PORTSMOUTH. It should be really fun, lovely scenary, lots of things (like sea level traversing and outdoor climbing hint hint) but it is quite a long way.

After visiting the parental home to pot the forest of plant cuttings my mother had entrusted to me I rushed back to Cardiff as we had decided to go to Greenbelt, which had already started.

The story of Greenbelt with all it's interesting people we talked to will have to wait 'til another time as I'm going to go and eat some of the nice food I brought back from France- yes I smuggled both dairy and meat products through customs.

Fran

xx