Well That Was ‘Okay’

The summer (holidays) have been over for a few weeks now and with college just properly starting I thought it was high time I tapped a post out.

Summer was nothing brilliant in the UK, not that it ever is. The weather was a vast improvement on last years hideously stormy season but still not the “BBQ Britain” the Met Office promised. I guess we can’t hold them fully responsible though, I hear those Kiwi’s were upping their wine production, ‘eh Duncan? In terms of excitement though it sure did pump out some surprises. I got a lot of my Summerlist® done (though not everything I would’ve liked) and kind of got bored; four months really is a long time to have off.

I also got my GCSE results which for some reason wasn’t as exciting as I expected it to be. It was a bit of a let down if I’m honest and the nerves I was promised never came a-knocking.  Envelopes were nowhere to be found and a folded slip of paper with an A*, 3 As, 5 Bs, and 2 Cs was all that was slotted into my hand like a coin into a fruit machine. Mum’s birthday landed on the same day as the results day and I’m sad that it did. Not for me. Mum’s day was overshadowed by results celebrations and I certainly did not want it that way.

Besides the results there was the fits. Unfortunately it wasn’t limited to just one incident and I was diagnosed with epilepsy and medicated with ‘Lamotrigine’. It didn’t seem like that big of a deal to me with mum being more shocked and upset by it than I was. I guess she does have a right to be, she’d be the one phoning up when I shake my brother awake in my sleep. Later however I discovered that there is a long list of no-nos. Swimming, bike riding, and of course driving are all on the list. This is made worse at the moment as my friends apply for their provisional driving licenses and hand over their pounds to a chubby bearded man that will hopefully keep as all safe on the road. There are a couple of perks though they’re more of compensation than anything; a free bus pass and prescriptions for life.

The MAME cabinet is nowhere near completion and seems to have fallen to the back of mine and dad’s mind. Dad has applied for a new job and will be travelling a lot if he gets it; it’s some national thing for the Royal Mail. Mum was worried we may have had to move but hopefully that won’t be the case, I for one don’t want to leave Bristol after just enrolling on a course I love and making friends. Add that to the fact that if we were to move it’d be back to the job hunting and I think I’d be refusing (not that I’d have any choice).

Obviously the title of my post doesn’t suggest I’ve had the most wonderful summer of all and that’s because I haven’t. It was too long of a break and I got complacent with not having to do anything, leaving me to get bored and slowly but surely a fan of daytime television. I wish I did more with my summer, saw more people, worked a little more. Hopefully next summer won’t be as boring; as eventful; as wet, or as British.