And what do you suppose, a bee sat on my nose!
And what do you think, he gave me a wink and said, “I beg your pardon, I thought you were the garden!” 

Doing one of those “stay creative” lists, and 20 is the number I plucked out of my head, which is imaginitive in itself because I almost always pick out the number 7, always, I like the sound of it. When anyone asks me to pick a number between one to ten. When Matty asks me how much I love him. Seven. But then I think it may have something to do with how arbitrarily the brain works, and I’m not choosing seven, I’m pre-programmed to choose seven.

Anyway this time I chose Twenty. Well, that was easy. I had many. My road safety board game sprung to mind, but really I doubt the longevity of it as the little cardboard badgers and beavers split with numerous shoving into the plastic bases. It led me to other things though, I used to have such a brilliant capacity for imagination. Literally endless. I recently told someone of my ability to open a page in the Argos catalougue and make a story out of it. Stories came from everywhere, fully formed in my mind. About anything. And hours spent on my own, in my head. I must have looked like a funny little girl, just staring into space making things up. So I guess my favourite childhood game was stories. 

Moving is difficult because of the innumerate things I can’t throw away. In transit these things are just extra weight, in a perfect world I’d fold everything into one of my lovely headscarves and tie it onto the end of a stick. It’s always lovely to pore over these things though, especially when you remember something you wanted to do for your boyfriend this year was remember Dydd Santes Dwynwen on the 25th January and make him a card. I found his from last year in a box and had a frantic Google to find the date, and luckily we are two days shy of Dydd Santes Dwynwen!

I also found this:

* FIVE YEARS *

In five years I will be 23 and it will be 14/06/11

1. Have finished Uni with a good degree []
2. Be in a job I enjoy with my foot on a ladder. []
3. Have moved into my own place I am happy with []

Now, forgetting the fact it’s not last June considering I only just found this, let’s review.

1. Last year I graduated with a 2:1, which I am immensely proud of considering my declining interest in the subject. I have learnt I can do anything I put my mind to, but also to follow my heart in the future. So far all my degree has afforded me is to be able to throw it in people’s faces when they try to do something hideous in regards to the set up of a room.
2. Back then if I would have known what I know now, I’d have written “be in a job.” Nevertheless, I do enjoy my job, and even though it does have its many drawbacks I still get to dance with my friends, swear, sing and laugh. I also just got promoted to supervisor, so although it’s not THE ladder, it’s a ladder. (I keep forgetting about my other, more relevant job, which is devising craft activities for children)
3. I’m moving back to my mum’s on Thursday in part due to global financial meltdown. Like Meatloaf says, two out of three ain’t bad.

I can never remember which programme, but it seemed to me like a very wasted use of a chest, most prominent in my mind.

I could never be so shipshape.