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Typrewriting My Thanks
On Friday I finally printed out my final (final) thesis for binding on monday. Then I remembered the typrewriter I found in the office skip in my second year. I had planned to wrtie a page of my thesis using this typrewriter. So I printed out some blank acknowledgement page templates and this afternoon I'm going to sit in the garden and bash them out on the typewriter.

Place your bets now for the number of typing / spelling mistakes I'll make bearing in mind I've got to type three exact copies of the same acknowledgements.
[14-06-09]

Front Garden Project
This really should be an update, but instead is a first-date. Our front garden project is nearing completion. Half the area has sweetcorn planted out, with some more germinating to fill the available space. Below these are lots of pumpkin plants that I accidentally germinated, these should ramble around at the foot of the sweetcorn. Many sunflowers are planted around the edges and I've also bordered the pathway with marigolds. Then yesterday I planted some random beans along the front fence to grow up and over it to create a living fence. It remains to be seen how much of the produce will be 'hardested' by passers by, but that's half the experiment.
[14-06-09]

The Final Print
Thankfully I'm nearly there with this blasted thesis agony. I'm just in the middle of printing my thesis out for the final time, the end product, the perfect article. Not that it will ever be perfect, but good enough. Then tomorrow I should be able to submit it to the bindery to be encased in a beautiful hard back jacket and then actually hand it in for the very final time. It hasn't half lagged this thesis perlarva.

Thankfully I'm feeling alot brighter in myself. Yes I still might not have a job, a future, a career, a house, morgage, income etc. But I'm feeling much more happy in myself. I had been getting re-occurances of the mid-writeup blues (or blacks) each time things seemed to pile up on me (like paperwork or events), but now I seem to be more able to actualy tackle the things that need doing and clearing my backlog. Yikes, one day soon I might even be on top of my life and able to think properly and clearly about the future. That might be scary, so perhaps I'll just cue up some gardening jobs to keep me occupied a little longer.
[11-06-09]

Kitchener RTA
Thankfully I wasn't involved in the RTA that happened outside my house this evening, but I very nearly was. On crossing the road to reach Su's house I heard a car speeding up the road, so I ducked out the way. It sped on up to the junction, slammed on it's breaks and hit a little car trundling along the road perpendicular. The little car span round 140 degrees and the speeding car continued on up the road and came to a halt.

I ran up to the little car, found two elderly gentlement looking somewhat shocked. I asked if they were ok and offered them a cup of tea (as one does in such circumstances). Then I ran up to the offending car to make sure they didn't run. We started taking details of the witnesses and the offenders (some sort of foreign) said they had their insurance details. So we went to their car to copy them out. With them written down I thought I'd just have a read of the policy and then found out it was for a Toyota Corola not the Ford Mondeo that was smashed up next to us.

About then another local lady arrived saying she'd rung the police and the two offenders said that their friend round the corner had the details. Sounding shifty I decided to follow them as they went, thankfully my neighbour Brian followed me at some distance to check. After the second courner the main offender (the only one who spoke English) stopped and politely informed me that he was now going to run away and that I could follow if I liked. Leaving me a little taken aback he then legged it. So I followed, in my wellies.

We ran up the street, I cut him off round a car when he fumbled nearly running into it, then he headed back in the other direction twords university (mistake!). I chased after him screaming help-help-help at the top of my voice (which is now a gonner) and finding that my legs were a little tiring and contemplating ditching the shoes and persuing a-la-barefoot. Thankfully he seemed to give up the hunt, a bit like ones rabbit does after a chase round the garden, and I latched onto his back, my arms around his sholders and neck. Brian arrived and took hold of his arm so I lowered my grip to give him a hug round his middle till security arrived. I managed to persuade a passer by to stand with us for moral support, but I was shocked and appalled by the lack of care anyone else has for another in need. There were folks up the road who'd come out of one of the uni buildings to have a look. I shouted to them for help and to call security, but they just stood lifeless and dumb.

Eventually the police turned up, arrested our offender and took a statement from me. Meanwhile the two old chaps had been kindly furnished with cups of tea and a sit down amongst the warmth of the Kitchener Road family, which was lovely. A fun day out for all the family. Anoyingly it prevented me from planting my frount yard up with sweetcorn (more on that story later).
[02-06-09]