Raindrops

It been raining for about 3 weeks pretty much every day now. I thought I liked rain, the pitter-patter on the leaves, a simple part of nature. Plus it gives me water for my plants, good stuff. But 3 weeks?! Come on, think you’ve outstayed your welcome rain. I think the rest of Europe stole our summer, at night they creeped in and took the sun hostage and had it for themselves.

Anyway, I guess and blogreaders will want to know basic facts? I’m Catherine, arrived here on the 21st September 1993. Then the next 5 years or so are a bit blank, but apparently I was ambidextrous until the age of 4.  I went to primary school in Malvern, was nice there, until this evil headteacher came and messed up everything. She banned rucksacks in favour of these really stupid and childish velcro folders. When you are 10/11 that just isn’t right. I wanted to leave primary school at 10, hated hated hated it there.

Secondary school was a bit crap as well, dislike the head there too, but I could do my own thing, grow into an adult. I haven’t been there for over a year now, it’s complicated. They are really good at giving me VITAL information several weeks late, or nothing at all.

I need to make this entertaining somehow. Is there anything more beautiful than the sunrise and sunset? Not anymore though, bye bye sun. Seriously though, if nothing goes right in your day then you know that you’ve got this astounding tranformation in the sky soon enough. I actually didn’t go to bed one night and crept out at dawn to watch the sunrise on one of our many hills. I also frolicked about but no one was there to see me! HA! I may have to do this again sometime, maybe tomorrow at the crack of dawn and I’ll try and get some pictures.

I wish I could go out to London and see Matt Berry, or any legends for that matter. Mum says no, I say whhhyyyyyyy. It’s too far away and too late when it finishes. Boo. When I’m 18 and Berry has matured like a fine wine then I’ll be off into the night, with stalking googles.