On Friday I finished my Extended Essay for uni. 4000 words. Well, slightly under – but within the 10% allowance we have.
To recover from all that hard work, I’ve declared this week a National Week of Rest.
I no longer need to feel guilty about sitting down to watch TV/a DVD/the iPlayer: although I have other work to do, it’s not nearly as difficult or as much as a 4000 word essay, and I’ve still got 4/5 months to do it.
As I write this evening, BBC Hereford and Worcester are talking about the number of 20-34 year olds who still live with their parents. I am pleased to say that I am still one of those… sort of, anyway.
Although I live part of the week in student acommodation in Cheltenham, I have yet to actually move out completely. The reason my room in Cheltenham is tidy is because all my stuff is in Cirencester. I’ve never changed my bank details – my statements all get delivered home; my driving license is registered under my home address; I’m not registered with the university doctor, I’m still registered in Cirencester; I’m registered to vote at home; my Conservative Party membership is registered under my home address; my university records have my home address and phone number on them…
My sister might like to think that I no longer live at home, but my Cheltenham home is really just my weekday base.
I don’t know about the other 20-34 year olds still living with parents, but I’m quite proud of the fact that I still live at home. I go home every weekend because I want to (not because I have no choice)… I’d miss my family and cats too much, and I’m not really comfortable cooking in a kitchen other than the one at home, or the one at Granny’s house. In any other kitchen, the microwave doesn’t work the way I want it to, the oven is at the wrong height, everything’s in the wrong cupboard, and the knives are all scary.
I seem to be writing a monologue here. I should get back to my national week of rest.
I’m going to watch a Swedish DVD now.
I shall get the recording of this afternoon’s Tone show online by tomorrow evening at the latest.
Bye for now.
FH.
