Cast your mind back a couple of months and you will remember that I was desperately trying to revise for some exams I had. Well, on Thursday I got the results of those exams. 5A*s and 6As. Not too shabby.
But something much more exciting than exam results has happened since my last post. I got a kitten! My brother and I were really missing having a cat to come home to every evening. So one overcast day a few weeks ago we went out and rehomed a kitten from an RSPCA open day. Meet Peggy April.
She is an absolutely gorgeous White Tortoise shell. She is 18 weeks old and has already experienced too much. At just two weeks old she had her entire front right leg dipped in acid. It burnt through to her bone and she was left that way for days, unattended. I cannot believe the cruelty she endured. The wonderful people at the RSPCA rescued her and nursed her back to full health. Apart from the scar down her leg and her missing claw, you would not know the trauma she experienced as she has such a beautiful temperament.
She is playful and inquisitive and unfortunately, a big fan of curtains. Her ears and tail are still a bit big for her which makes for extra cuteness. I am so so happy that we have another cat to care for and play with.
If you have any advice regarding kittens, it would be much appreciated!
nERD
The weather is a terribly boring topic so I'll get this out the way fast. It is a teeny weeny bit rubbish. Well it's quite rubbish if I'm being brutally honest. The English are great at cooked breakfasts, sponge cakes and cycling but really quite crummy at having nice weather. It is sometimes hot but this is very rare and when it is hot it is what my Great-grandmother would call "close" i.e. 100% humidity. When it is not being truly insufferable it is cold and, 87% of the time, wet. Strangely, I kind of like English weather in some ways; I think I'd miss it if it went.
"But", I hear you ask, "nERD, why have you been waffling on about the weather for a minute and a half? What importance does it bear?"
Well, dear reader, I have a summer scrapbook so it has somewhat impacted upon the range of activities I have been able to participate in. Nevertheless, I have managed to cram in two holidays abroad to escape the mini heatwave/torrential down pour. The first was to a fishing village called Burgau located on the Algarve and the second was to a German hamlet in the middle of nowhere. Contrasting journeys with contrasting objectives.
In Germany my father and I immaturely invented the game "Slap-arsing" (why he didn't call it "Arse-slapping I don't know"). One has to pose behind Germans or tourists with extreme-sized derrieres and mimic slapping them on the behind whilst the accomplice takes a photograph for evidence. Wonderful fun.
Whilst fully immersing myself in German culture, (I ate schnitzel and pretended that that thing they do in supermarkets where they throw your food at you is normal), I found myself surprised by German some behaviour.
1) In small towns and villages pubs and cafes shut for lunch. FOR LUNCH. During what must be their peak time some German cafe owners choose "me-time" with a sandwich over potential business. Bizarre.
2) Their service stations are grim, like really disgusting. Apparently other European countries complain that OUR service stations are manky. They are huge hypocrites (Belgium was especially vom-inducing and France was not much better).
Anyway, more to come soon.
nERD
She is an absolutely gorgeous White Tortoise shell. She is 18 weeks old and has already experienced too much. At just two weeks old she had her entire front right leg dipped in acid. It burnt through to her bone and she was left that way for days, unattended. I cannot believe the cruelty she endured. The wonderful people at the RSPCA rescued her and nursed her back to full health. Apart from the scar down her leg and her missing claw, you would not know the trauma she experienced as she has such a beautiful temperament. 
