Rejected.

Well, I got my first university rejection today. De Montfort Uni in Leicester. It was my first choice and everything. Well pissed off. Leicester would've been ideal because I would've been on placement in hospitals I know. I've still got to hear back from a few, and the latest I'll know is May, so it's not horrendous. I'm just a bit dis-heartened to see my first choice declined.

Sorry for the lack of blogging. Things have been a bit hectic here. I managed six weeks out of hospital and then three weeks in. Three weeks in hospital is enough to send anyone nuts. But Chris came to see me when I was in, which was fantastic. It really cheered me up seeing him. It was tough because he was meant to come over last weekend but couldn't afford to stay in a B&B again so we had to say no to that one. It was a bit shit because I got out then on the Monday. While I was in though I tried sub cut and it worked really well, so I know I can use that in future if need be. Hayes has a few tricks up his sleeve apparently, so we shall see what happens. I'm determined to stay out of hospital long enough to make it to clinic this time. 17th of Jan and counting.

In other news, James is back with us again. While I was in hospital, Nanny and Pappy found out he was staying with us and told mum that if he didn't go, we had to. So mum kicked him out. But the weather hit -15 here and he didn't have any heating in the garage, so mum let him come back for a bit. He has to be gone by the first week in Jan though, Nanny and Pappy are coming back from Tenerife for a week and if they find out he's here they'll have a fit. I can't wait to see Nanny, I missed her when I was incosterated.

So Christmas shopping is all done, wrapped and all that jazz. I hate Christmas, the only good thing is seeing TJ open his presents on Christmas morning. I'm too old for Santa now and to everyone else it's just another day in the year, cept with better food. Christmas is all about the food. Fact. I'm having Chicken and Ham this year. Can't be arsed cooking a turkey, and I don't think it would fit in our oven anyway. The poor oven would probably have a fit if we tried to put a full sized bird into it. Last time we tried to do anything inventive mum set fire to the kitchen. And then James set fire to the toast this morning. Our oven doesn't like us much. That'll teach mum to use a gas oven that's older than me and probably isn't safe to be used in a home anymore.

Anyway,

Happy Christmas dear readers. (Does anyone actually read this?!) and have a happy new year!