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Today I celebrate that I am one year older, and still alive. Yay! I'm in Newbury watching Liz's mice throwing themselves around their cage, they seem to have just woken up and are full of life. I wish I was that energetic in the mornings. Today I am particularly knackered because I'm used to going to bed at around 4am and getting up around lunch-time, but that's not really practical when living in the same house as someone who works 9-5, so I spent most of the night awake and then got up a few hours after I fell asleep. I shall certainly sleep well tonight, at least.

As noted in my previous blog my visit to Newbury was quite a spontaneous decision. I'd planned on spending my time in Aberystwyth "revising" (ie not doing very much at all) but I decided I needed to see Liz before the exam hell begins. The problem with this last-minute decision is that everyone has sent my cards/presents/vast sums of money/inheritance/etc etc to Aberystwyth. Therefore the only present I have so far received has been a CD from Saad who I saw just before I left. (It's a Lemon Jelly - Lost Horizons, very chilled, very cool. I should be seeing them live at the Summer Sundae later in the year all being well)

So now I should do some revision. Bah. Ah well, happy birthday Mr Lowe.