has expressed the somewhat startling opion that these warrington wibblings are actually quite fun reading, so I didn't want to disappoint my growing fan base. However, things seem to have settled down and become a lot less bitchy these last few days, so it's much much harder to come up with anything to talk about. Must have been all the sunshine - typical English weather has kicked in this morning, but unlike the exhillerating storm it sounds like you had down in Cambridge we have a kind of bleak, grey drizzle.
Committment to big brother warrington seems to be falling rapidly as we realise they're going to evict us all on Saturday regardless of how well we do. TBH watching the same antibullying play for the 9th time this morning isn't as appealing as seeing it the first time was. I empathise wholeheartedly with those that want the extra hour in bed, and if I wasn't so addicted to spod would probably be joining them.
Audrey and David? Well, people seem to have got over the first week obsession that everything must be done sheep like in a group of 9 people, and so I don't feel obliged to spend as much time round them, thus I'm able to get on with them much better when I have to. Still not sure they're worth their upkeep to the peace centre though - David has managed to break a pool cue (against thin air, from what I've heard of the incident - he was waving it sharply around and it just snapped in half. Which is quite impressive, really) and Audrey found and claimed ownership of a peace centre pin badge she found in the mini bus. Which I wouldn't take umbridge against, except it was still in the plastic wrapping and we had been selling them for a pound all day on the stall. But no, the boys even cooked last night *shock horror* and I'm not really bearing grudges.
Wuthering Heights about 10 pages away from the end, I take it as support to my "just be nice against the odds otherwise you all turn into bitter twisted people" Well, with the caveat "Just be nice against the odds and wait for the evil people to die" which maybe isn't an optimal solution to most problems timewise...
Chester yesterday, which was pleasent despite the bad memories of last time. As we weren't under Bob's supervision David managed to separate himself from Audreys side and wait outside for long enough for the eight of us to look round the cathedral (which is wonderful, miles better than either of the liverpool ones, and so slights my first thought that I didn't like Liverpool because it was reddish stone) So wonderful that by the time I left we seemed to have despersed to the four winds "Chester cathedral, eight entered, but only three came out..."
Anyway, the end is in sight, and I've run my last role playing workshop, which were the hardest things we had to do here. Now I just have to hope my international food works out OK tonight (I'm stealing Ms sausage and apple recipe, but Bob is intensly sceptical because he knows it's made with Smash)