So, I'm back in my second home - after a brief weekend at my third home (Matt's parents house) and I'm trying my hardest to keep myself busy. I've started on my set reading for next years' modules and have also accomplished the viewing of series 5 of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, fortunately for me, Matt has the whole box set - so food and F.R.I.E.N.D.S may eventually cause me to become obese. 

A few weeks ago I tweeted saying that I didn't understand how people go through Summer without working; I can now answer that question...poverty stricken - hyperbole? Of course not. I lie, it hasn't been that bad for little old me yet, but the big decision to come up here a significant 2 months ahead of our official term date seemed like a fantastic idea at the time...ah doesn't love just muddle up your sensible decision making? 

I'm now deemed as unemployed for the rest of the summer - although I'm on the job hunt daily...in between episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Family Guy. I've revitalised my CV and trawled the internet for possible employment, so at least my summer is partially productive...right?   

And here's me being super productive by making friends with a horse on our walk into Newcastle: