I had such a 'disgusted from Tunbridge-Wells' moment yesterday, mainly due to it being the last weekend of half term and kids being in great and loud abundance. 12 year olds, fart gas and pillow fights in department stores sums it up. The words 'in my day' VERY nearly passed my lips but then I imagined myself saying it and the horror took over. :|

I have spent most of today loading tracks on to my pink creative zen micro, which is my birthday present from the ever lovely Hubster. Here's hoping I don't break it within 48 hours, anything that beeps self-combusts within two days exposure to me. In the last two days a department store till and the computer at work have fallen victim to my presence.

This week brings with it a family bonfire (with roasted chesnuts and catherine wheels), early birthday celebrations, a week off work, big fireworks display by the sea, and on Sunday- a birthday cake, mexican food and copious amounts of Southpark. I love this time of year. ;)