delga | {also: I have wicked cute pictures of Cote de Pablo & Mark Harmon to post. }

Yesterday I waited over an hour for takeout. What the hell. But then I came home and watched the penultimate episode of Spooks S7 and got seriously happy. That episode is still unreal to me.

Monday through Wednesday I was in Newcastle! I love Newcastle; it's gorgeous. My cousin (P) and I basically hung around town sorting things out for her birthday and the EngSoc netball team (...yeah) and then went out in the evening and had an amazing time. It went so quickly, and I wish I'd stayed a little longer.

But, hey, less than a week until Swansea! Whoop whoop!

I STILL haven't seen this week's Mad Men; the plan is to do that today. I did watch Life with The Mother, though. She's been ill all week (and tried to give it to me - how rude!) which freed up some of her time. We watched Farthingale, Serious Control Issues, and Dig a Hole before I had to go to sleep. She watched the finale and was appropriately excited about the whole deal. Just waiting on S2 to come through my door now.

Felt wicked deathly last night due to the cold that The Mother tried to give me, or that I picked up from Geordieland. Woke up this morning sans swollen tonsils so I think I'm improving. Don't need this right now.

I NEED TO SEE AN EDUCATION. NEED IT LIKE BURNING.

Work was pretty boring for the two days I was in, though I got a lot of stuff sorted out, and RE sorted out the shitload of re-assessments that had been sat on my desk for a fortnight due to upper management being unable to take five minutes to okay the letter that we needed to send out. Hopefully Monday-Wednesday next week won't be horrific.

Took the train yesterday and realised that the lift share has spoiled me: I hate that fucking commute so much now. In the morning I had to take the connect because there's no earthly way of getting the direct if you take the bus; in the evening it took me 2.5 hours to get home. UNBELIEVABLE.

To conclude: Hallowe'en isn't a thing in the UK, although it's growing. It definitely isn't a thing down my street, though, and I'm not going out. I look forward to using the evening to bake like a tater.