Hmm, well.
Yesterday, I went out with my dad (as I do every month) and he very much approved of the blu-ray films that he got for his father's day present. As for my step-dad, well, he didn't ask for anything, so he has no right to get pissy when he doesn't get anything. I felt kind of bad so I went with him to the shop and got him a bottle of cider. It was cheap but hey it's the thought that counts right? Yes. Back to the day... Saw my dad, and we went to a nice pub - I had grilled salmon, rather than the burger I was going to have, because Amy told me that we were going to have a barbeque when we got home.
Apparently my cousin Alex has destroyed yet another mobile phone, his fifth in the past two years. I don't know how he keeps doing it but if he were my kid I'd stop giving them to him. My other cousin, Sam, is on report at his school. While we were at my aunt Jo's (his mum), my aunt Janet (Alex's mum) was reading through his report book. Most of it is good, but at least once or twice a week it seems, he gets into trouble for not listening, for disrupting the class, and generally being a nuisance. Two things which stuck out most in my mind were one report of him and two others (I think) pushing another kid over and kicking him, and another of him filling all the sinks in the boy's toilets and locking all the cubicle doors.
Sam is five years old.
Though I can't say that it came as a surprise. He's frequently ignoring what his mum tells him to do, though personally I don't think she does enough to stop him from doing it. She'll make threats but he'll have to really push her to get them carried out. While we were at the pub having dinner he kept running a toy car off the table. He was told if he did it again he'd have it taken off him, so instead it came shooting toward me. I confiscated it. Granted I was pretty tired and he was being noisy enough for me to want to throttle him, but I won't tolerate that kind of behaviour. Quite frankly I wish I could do more to tell him off but he's not my kid so I don't really have that right. Eh.
When we got back we had a barbeque, though I didn't eat much because of the big meal I had at lunch. Apparently when my step-dad opened the barbeque there was a burger still in there from last year... and it was blue... I'm so glad I didn't see that or I might have had reservations about eating anything that was cooked on that thing no matter how much it'd been cleaned. Ben was freaking out over the smoke like he always does, though this time he was far worse than he'd ever been before. He wouldn't dare come outside, or even anywhere near the back door but he wanted the food that we had, so he kept barking. I don't understand him sometimes.
Then I had an early night, because I was bloody knackered, so I woke up at about half past nine and gave my parents the shock of seeing me up in the AM, before they and my sister buggered off to the gym. Me, I don't go to the gym. I'm too lazy and really, I can't afford to lose the weight.
While they were out I went into the garden, which kind of looks like a garden centre at the moment with how many flowers there are, and I took a few photos though there's only one that I really like.
( This one )Really love that.
Oh yes, I graduate soon. On the 15th of July, in fact. I get to wear a gown and mortar board (funky hat ;D). These are the colours for my school and degree...
( Purteh )Only bad thing there is just to rent the damn thing is £40. Ripoff, I say!
So now, here I am, after having reeled off a shortfic so fluffy it made my teeth hurt, sitting listening to Take That. I'll just be off now. -thumbsup-
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