Jan Jan email me back, Jan Jan email me back...

Hello chaps and chapesses!
Tutor today has consisted of the construction of a number of songs/ chants. Here is the first:

Sausage, bacon, pasta, peas
Don't forget the parmazan...
cheese.

The second (this came about by complete accident):

Jan, Jan, email me back
Jan, Jan, email me back
(repeat until tired or receive an email from Jan).

In my very loud household last night, between the gas masks creating, we all had a bit of a panic and a worry fest as Isla catpuss had seemingly disappeared off the surface of the planet. We ventured out into the storm filled world of Hurland Road, armed with torches and cat food to search for my long lost love (pet cat).
But it was to no avail. She did not return. Mum said 'She's probably dead. Or hurt. Or stuck a garage somewhere. I hope she's ok.' I said 'Thanks mum.'
Daddy went searching when he came home. He took the car so that he didn't dissolve, but at 2am there was still no sign of her. I was losing hope. Weeping into my pillow and running through funeral plans in my mind. Also panicking slightly about what the new name of my blog wuld be...
But then.... all of a sudden...

'Meow.'
'Pardon?'
'Meow.'

She was on the doorstep all proud of herself for playing hide and seek to the extreme. She took it upon herself to sleep on my feet. and then my pillow. But i didn't care because she was alive and also makes quite a good pillow. Love you, you silly mog.

Weather update folks: rain. and hail. with a side dish of rain. seasoned with rain. Verging on Noah times. with a hint of rainbow. Two actually. And they weren't even upside down or nuffin.

Rob is quite a short blob today, dressed in his usual Griffindor fan club outfit. G is pretening to be a guinea- pig. It's quite cnvincing actually. mweak, mweak, mweak and so on.

14 minutes and 24 seconds until english with michael. I will be handing in my sitcom. To be truly honest its quite pretty, and it made Jack laugh once too. Score.

We have decided we are all going to go camping together, me, Robby rob rob, Georgie-a, and Jackary. It's going to be immense, and you can't come. ha.

I fear for the wellbeing of the college roofing as the rain is beating down on us with mighty intent of destroying us all.

Jack tried to leave tutor early, and did succeed. However, not before G's proclaimation of 'I shall see thee anon!' This actually means 'catch you later dude' in billy shakespeare lingo. But if you shout it very viciously and a german accent it can be quite intimidating.

L'anglais now mon petit pois
I shall see thee anon.

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