Mothering Sunday

Fast forward three months and we're well into spring. Mothering Sunday to be precise. I'm back in the homeland visiting my long-suffering mother and playing the dutiful daughter. Part of this task is trying to compensate for the lack of communication over the last few months after I sold my soul to Leeds Trinity University in exchange for a PGdip that will hopefully give me a chance at a real-life-job.

Lunch has been lovely with all the familiar elements of home still in place. My father is sneaking off to watch the football while I argue with my Gran about the integrity of the Daily Mail. It doesn't help that she's getting more and more irate with ring&ride who are apparently half an hour late. Awful service. Back to the papers, and we finally decided on a run down:

People who read The Times run the country
People who read The Daily Mail are married to the men that run the country
People who read The Financial Times own the country
People who read The Guardian think they should run the country
And people who read The Sun don't give a toss about who runs the country, as long as they've got boobs

Also attending the lucheon is a family friend deciding what to do with new-found state of early (and perhaps not quite welcome yet) retirement. Gardening and starting a blog seem to top of the list. I guess everyone is at it nowadays.

Aside from incurring the wrath of Molly, our elderly shorthand tutor who despairs of the fact that we seem to have reverted back to juveniles in a classroom situation, the course is going well. I'm still coasting below the 50wpm mark, and think some evening work is going to have to come into play if I'm ever going to improve. My caffeine and alcohol intake levels have dramatically increased (averaging on about 4 bottles of red a week, binge sessions not included) but I've decided to regret that at a later date by convincing myself that I'm simply embracing the role of journo hack and hardened drinker.

The first of our weekly magazine went out last Thursday with an array of subjects ranging from eating insects to mental health issues. It has basically been an excuse for me to do a number of random and amusing activities, including forcing my sun-reading private schooled 'lad' classmate into a heavy grooming session, and writing them up as what I hope are amusing anecdotes. I think I actually need to stop the fun and games and dig for some actual news before I end up with a lifestyle only CV. x