Well, that’s it. It’s over and I did it. It was certainly an experience although not at all what I was expecting. It was fun looking at what other people were doing and finding a couple of blogs that I’ll be reading in the future. I managed to stay awake until about 6am, which is very impressive for me, and then I napped in between blogging which didn’t make me feel too hot.

I wanted to be a teacher because I had a really good primary school teacher and I wanted to be just like her. I wanted to be a firefighter, because it seemed like a very exciting and noble thing to do. I wanted to be a housewife because I like to cook and keep house. I wanted to be happy because doesn’t everyone? Although I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, I know that I am happy and that is a good start.

I’ve already mentioned my desire to buy a house and make it solar powered and very eco-friendly. It’ll be tough to do that in this country, given the lack of adequate space, and the cost of the space once you find it. The best bet is to move somewhere else, like France. But I want to get a nice big plot of land with plenty of space to sort out a vegetable garden and the usual compost and green features that you would expect.

Recently, I realised that my podcast collection was a bit… lacking. I liked what I had but there wasn’t all that much diversity. I was looking forward to finding out some new shows. Thankfully, with 24 hours to fill, I managed to find out some new podcasts, download them all and pretty much get up to date. Actually, that’s not true, there are still a lot that I haven’t got round to, but I’m much happier that my list is overflowing with gems.

It’s almost 12 o’clock and we’ve just had lunch. A little bit early, but given the complete mess-up of timings, it doesn’t really matter, does it? I couldn’t really eat too much during the actual marathon event and the staying up throughout the night, because when I eat, I fall asleep. I’m sure there’s a biological explanation behind it, but actually, it’s quite annoying. When I get home from work on a normal weekday, I make us dinner, and after that, I’m lucky if I don’t fall asleep.

I think there was a programme on the BBC called It’s Not Easy Being Green. I didn’t watch it but I am currently reading the book, and it’s brilliant. It’s all about a family who gave up their home and moved to Cornwall, to set up a much more eco-friendly life. They didn’t give themselves up to the land or anything, and are still normal people with jobs and lives, but they are “reducing their eco-footprint on the world”.

We went to a firework display recently. As is our way, we arrived late to the display, but nothing had started yet. We found an empty spot, climbed a fence, got a good view, set up the camera, and were ready to go. The countdown began. 3, 2, 1… Whoosh. The first fireworks went up. We tried to get some pictures, but nothing really worked. The lenses weren’t really capable of what we wanted from them given the dark, and the exposure time and things like that.

A long time ago, I walked past an art shop and saw the best painting I’ve ever spotted. It was a deserted beach, somehow done in purple, with two lonely figures walking along together. So, actually, they probably weren’t so lonely. And I suppose the beach wasn’t so deserted. Bad description. The price tag was out of reach at the time, and although still a stretch, a couple of years on I could probably scrape together the funds to buy something I really loved.

A while ago I was reading a blog that said they were going to ‘announce’ that they had decided to hold off on the having a kid thing. It struck me as weird when I first read it, that there was some kind of an announcement ceremony that went with this, in the same way there would be if there was an actual pregnancy. But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

I am always correcting people. When they talk to me and pronounce a word wrong, I can’t help but correct them. When I am reading something they have written, and something is spelt wrong, I have to mention it. I suppose it is not a bad thing to like correct spelling and punctuation, but it often gets on people’s nerves. Nobody likes to be picked up on something they’ve spelled wrong.