Pimms, Barbecues and Heat, oh my!
Well, not the Pimms - but plenty of cloudy lemonade. That just screams sunshine and summer lazy picnics. Jolly hockey sticks optional.
The British Spring has surpassed itself over the last week or so. With just a minor blip on Thursday night (it’s overnight - I love to listen to the rain whilst I fall asleep) we’ve had some pretty spectacular hot heat and blissful rays of sun. As I type, I currently have the remnants of beach on the outskirts of my feet from a sandy afternoon spent in the company of friends and Mister and a barbecue. What more could I ask for?
(Apart from having the security of knowing I have a job at the end of my course and all my planning have been miraculously done by wonderful little pixies - but alas, no luck there)
The heat does strange things to people. It makes Mister want to swim half a mile in the still freezing cold Atlantic sea. It makes people either a) more energetic and sporty (I actually partook in a game of beach rounders today) or b) incredibly lethargic. It also makes me that extra bit frisky. Sun and warmth = smiley happy Pandorah. A smiley happy Pandorah = a visibly more playful and frisky one. It’s a common equation in the world.
I am now scheming away in my twisted little head various plots and conspiracies involving the pair of us and lots of hay fields, secluded beaches and woods as well as hot, sweaty nights together. It’s our five year anniversary next weekend, and if the weather holds out I’m planning on some al fresco naughtiness. Maybe. Hopefully. Tantalisingly.
I’ve noticed that my witterings on here have started to become a little sparse. Partially because I have had little time to spend here as many others are finding - end of the academic year and it’s a manic rush to the finish line. Thank goodness I have no exams to revise for this time, but still the pressure is certainly mounting. Job applications are piling up. Well. Not so much piling up as there doesn’t appear to be as many jobs as everyone kept promising. More fluttering down once in a while.
Still. Only 25 working weekdays left until I qualify. Scary scary. The countdown is ticking. After that and I shall be free for the summer to enjoy my time and learn to drive. Me and Mister have just upped the commitment factor - we’ve bought a car together. Now it’s getting properly serious!
I apologise for the rambling in this post. Just had to air some thoughts of the past weekend. More of the usual smut and debauchery soon. Promise.
ladypandorah
Beau said,
May 12, 2008 at 12:57 pm
Sounds like you had a major case of fun, love. Bought a car together, eh. I’d say the commitment factor was upped exponentially. Happy days kiddo.
ladypandorah said,
May 12, 2008 at 5:31 pm
It’s so pretty…I can’t drive yet so I’m lusting quite heavily after it. I think his guitar has a contender for ‘most coveted item that is not living’ in our relationship!