On being a tortoise

You wouldn't think that being a married student with a very kind mother-in-law and doting husband who live 200 miles away would be hard work. Beg to differ, little lady (assuming that's what you are). For the past nine months, I have been a veritable nomad, moreso in the last two months since I have traded in my parents' home for a silver suitcase whose handle falls off at any given opportunity. Public transport is bad enough when you have a bus to catch, but when its a train and a tube and a train and a bus and a bus, things start to get nightmareish. And it doesn't help to look like a homeless bag lady when walking in between all the stations. When Mr C makes his rare excursions up North, he somehow manages to do it looking as cool as some cucumbers (as Anatole would say) with only a small satchel and a pair of PJs. Not fair.

Have had an overdose of TV this weekend, what with 4 episodes of Everwood (which has the most HORRENDOUS theme music btw but is addictive - damn you Jug) and The Grudge which scared me rigid. I used to love horror films as a teen but no longer have a taste for them - does that mean i'm ageing?

Will post some photos as soon as I figure out the programme..times have moved on without me in the blogging world.

Ramadan Mubarak everyone - and can I just mention that you should all get on to www.sunnipath.com and sign up for a course because they are excellent! Like being in the presence of scholars only you don't have to wear hijab :) Mr C and I have started one on Arabic grammar - well its one way to spend a Sunday afternoon.