Quite a lot has happened since the last time I managed to blog. I've had two nights out, been home, been to see Little Britain Live and seen everyone off for the Easter holiday. It's now the first Saturday of the vacation and I'm sharing the house with Devito.

On Wednesday we treated ourselves to a Hey Ewe. I can't remember the details (not alcohol related, just it's been a few days) but I recall it was a good night, and was intended as the final day that we could all go out as a house before we went back home. In reality we also got last night too, as despite my plan to go home for the weekend, I ended up back here early evening, just in time to make a move out to the final FND of term.

If Wednesday had been enjoyable, Friday had not. Although their was a great deal of excitement regarding fancy dress and that sort of thing, it soon became apparent that although I was wearing surf shorts, the dinner jacket and top hat were making me overheat. I also lacked in money, and was resistant to draw out any more after spending the best part of a grand on flights/travel passes/insurance to Tokyo and Australia four or five hours earlier.

I had headed home on Thursday night after one of the most stressful and chaotic days in my university life. The morning had begun tragically with me missing my tutorial. It then got worse when I lost an earbud for my earphones, I discovered my RPs still hadn't been processed, I missed my afternoon tutorial, my initial good lead for acquiring an ice pack did a u-turn and refused to send me a sample and I didn't make it in time to the bank. I was therefore relieved to accidentally meet up with Lucy (she pulled over and walked into town with me) who was the first person who I had spoken to all day who I didn't have to talk to on the topic of work. We went and bought some yoghurt coated sultanas before I walked to the train station happily munching and feeling considerably better in the warmth of the sun and with the stress of Loughborough firmly left behind.

Little Britain Live was fantastic. I was worried that my taste for the show had changed since Sister One bought me the tickets for the show for Christmas two years ago (a little prematurely), but it was actually really good and funny to watch Lucas and Walliams do what they do in front of an audience. You also got the benefit of the ad-libbing, the mistakes and the countenance, and a show tailored to the locals. I was amazed at some of the stuff they got away with on the audience (Des Kaye's gameshow and Fat Fighters), but it was brilliant and I'm very glad I went. I'd love to give some spoilers but I don't think that's fair on anyone who's planning on going.

The next day I had to go and pick up some new jeans, get a haircut and book my flights. The haircut came first, I then had to wait in the rain to get picked up and just as the ride arrived Nicola from STA Travel phoned meaning I had to pull out all the documentation and cards required to make the purchase.

Just as I was finishing the call we were pulling up to an island when there was an almighty crunch under the car and we realised there was something under the chassis preventing us from moving. I hung up, nipped out, stuck my head under the back of the car and realised the exhaust had partially dropped off and was now acting like cats hair. We couldn't move the car forward and more than irate queue behind was beginning to get rowdy. As Mother slowly tried to move forward some guy in a large pickup shouted from his window to stop or we'd break the underside. I think this was clear as every time the car moved forward the exhaust acted like a jack and picked up the back wheels. I gave it a couple of kicks to try and break the weld, but it didn't work, but thankfully the truck driver had pulled over further down the road and flung himself under the car to detach the lodged metal. It took a bit of force (we had to commendere a steak knife from the pub over the road) but he finally cut the rubber mounting and the rest of the unit broke away. He refused to take any money for his help, but it proved that there really are people out there with a genuinely good and selfless nature. Whoever you were, cheers for the stopping and giving us a hand on your lunchbreak, it was really appreciated.

Today I'm starting on work. Here is where the long slog begins.