How long do you take in the shower?
Submitted by Strive2Be.
40 minutes, never more or less. Even if I try to take my time or speed up, it is ALWAYS 40 minutes. I have no idea how, there's not even any clocks I can time myself by in the bathroom.
I generally hate England. I'm ashamed to be part of it. The England I see is full of horrible people who ignore you and if they're not ignoring you, they're insulting you. The England I know is flat, over-populated and boring. Cornwall, however, is like an England you read about in books. It's so empty, you drive around for miles to just get to anything else, everyone in the shops are friendly and they don't mind when you knock over their shoe displays or get into debates about scones with them. Plus, Cornwall is beautiful too.
The fact I was in Cornwall with 3 great friends probably enhanced Cornwall's goodness about 80 times, of course. I've just had a lame year at uni which has left me with not one close good friend, it feels like. So to spend time with people and have a good time again is so nice. I dislike being alone again now.
Our days in Cornwall were mostly filled with the same things, in a way. We'd get up when we decided we'd like to crawl out of bed, ate breakfast (usually tasty porridge made by Nath), then we'd look at the tourist leaflets we'd picked up to decide what to do that day. We'd then usually go do them, unless they were ridiculously far away (alas, Barometer World, we shall meet another time). Then we'd come home from that and end up on the beach, or we'd just spend the day on the beach from the start. In the evenings Nath would cook home-made stuff for us and then we'd play Mario Party or Smash Brothers or watch some bad foreign TV as the Sky was dodgy, until it was late. The two times that was accompanied by Baileys was even nicer :P.
In Cornwall we accidentally stumbled across Wonder Years, a toy museum I'd found the leaflet for, but we didn't plan on actually going to, until we walked past it by chance. It was a museum of toys from the 60s to 90s I think and I appeared to have at least half of the things in there. Seeing all my old toys again was awesome, especially a Racoon that I'd got for my first birthday and I'd only been thinking about a few days before.
We also went to Newquay Zoo, a zoo compiled mostly of monkeys, which saved us trying to get to the Monkey Sanctuary. We went to Tintagel, talked to Granny Wobbly in Granny Wobbly's Fudge Pantry (he was a cool guy) and had 'superb cream tea', which we then topped ourselves later on in the week.
We also went on Launceston Steam Railway, after sampling their cream tea first. We were deceived into paying £9 to go 2 miles down the track. It was not 5 stops, it was 2, with 2 of the others being shut, so really there was only ever 4. When we got to the other stop, we decided to wait for the next train to get our money's worth and not go straight back. There was a small map at the mini station in which it showed we could go to this really cool kid's adventure playground (but the fact we were in our 20s with no kids held us back from doing that), we could go on a 'woodland walk', we could go see the 'old tree' or we could walk down the road, round the corner and see something simply put on the map as 'rings'. Matt and Nath were drawn to 'the old tree', so they dragged us down the 'woodland walk' to find it. Despite the 'old tree' being on the other side of the map and not even near the walk and us knowing that all that was at the end of the walk was 2 picnic benches as we'd just passed it on the train. After they discovered that too we were dragged back to the map at they decided that going to see the mysterious 'rings' the map spoke of, was the best thing to do. I'd like to now point out that we were in the middle of the country with nothing surrounding us except tiny farms, fields and massive hills. We had 40 minutes until the last train home and we'd been walking for 20 minutes already when Rake and I, who were very hot, fed up and hayfevery, stopped walking and told Matt and Nath to forget the sodding 'rings'. We were on a one lane road, going higher and higher up a hill, with nothing surrounding us but 6ft high hedges of flowers. The map appeared to be taking the piss. Nath then ran on a bit and said he found the road that rings was down, so we carried on. At the end of this road, all that was there was a tiny farm with a hut next to it which said whatever was inside it was highly explosive. It was at that point that we turned back and decided we'd live if we never discovered what 'rings' was.
When we were in Cornwall we made 2 big sandcastles complete with moats and a mound. We had meant to make a third, uber one, but it never happened. We also played frisbee on the beach in what was practically a gale, meaning we were miles from eachother and yet it was still impossible. At one point the frisbee was thrown, it landed, then it got back off the ground again and continued flying. The wind was playing with the frisbee more than any of us were. Plus every time Matt tried to throw it my way, it would land on the ground, turn back round and go running back to him.
We walked up Penkenna Point (a giant cliff thing) at least 4 times, despite it being hell each time. It does get easier the more you do it, but it's still not all that fun. I took to going up there though as I was eating food I wouldn't normally and I wanted to give my body some chance at digesting all the Cream Teas properly :P.
We became quite knowledgable on the locations of Tescos and Morrisons in Cornwall, yet not on how to get home from them when you forget the sat-nav. One night, we went to Tescos quite late as we'd run out of food and instead of going left, Nath went right. Tescos is in Launceston, Launceston is the opposite direction from Bude when you come out of Crackington Haven, which is where we were staying. Bude is further away from Crackington Haven than Launceston is, yet Nath decided, when he realised he couldn't remember how to get back, to just keep driving until we get to Bude. We'd been on the road for a while, going the wrong way, when we found we were in Devon ('DEVON!?'). Then we got stuck behind a drunk guy driving a tractor. When we were back in Cornwall we finally found Bude, by which point it was dark. Rake asked a cornish vaguely drunken guy in a car park how to get back to Crackington Haven (we have named him Flobert). Flobert then gave us directions with added reviews of the places, giggling and a hint that he'd happily come too, if we brought him back. We thanked him and said we'd go that way, whilst trying to remember these places which sounded completely made up on the spot, as most Cornish places do.
The route he had sent us on was the kind you see in movies where people drive up these roads, only to find on the other side there is no more road, then they go crashing into the sea. It was a scary drive, mainly up hill on tiny tiny roads, along the side of cliffs and through deserted fields. Nath's car constantly threatened to not get up the hills we made it drive up every day and not making it up these ones would have been very bad indeed. But thankfully it did and the places were real and we survived, even if it took a very long time. We finally got back and made dinner at around midnight. I then had to phone my mum and say 'we just went to Tescos' and leave out the rest as she'd panicked at the start of the week when I just let slip we were going to go swimming.
That's all I can remember about Cornwall for now, so I'm going to go and continue to fix my bike.
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We took my cat to the vet today as we thought he had a tick or something on his head. It turns out it's actually a growth. On Thursday he's having surgery to have it removed and tested to see what it is and if he needs further treatment. But it takes about a week for the results to come through and I go to Cornwall in less than a week after his operation. I really hope the results come through quickly.
Poor Tiggs, this is not going to be a good month for him. He so already knows, he's really low and he's refusing to purr. When the vet was done examining him he opened the door of his cat box on his own, got inside and curled up. Poor poor Tiggs.
Make him be OK :(.
Rake and I went to Thorpe Park yesterday. We've been there billions of times, it's one of our many traditions. We've been there together or with numerous friends who we've now lost or with friends who we still have and will invite next time. Each time it's great and there's always something to remember, but this time the things to remember weren't as great as previous ones.
Yesterday our favourite rides were broken, breaking or being worked on. We checked the website before we went and it said 2 of them were down, but it didn't say why. When we got there it was obvious why, there was machinery and workmen all over them. Rides at Thorpe Park and probably every theme park are always stopping and starting, so we thought perhaps they were just broken that day and would be fixed soon, but no. I really think the website should tell people why or at least when they're expected to be working again.
Another of the best rides broke down when we were in the queue for it. We then continued to wait for over an hour for it to come back up but it never did. In the end they gave everyone fast track tickets so we could go on 3 other rides and not have to queue. I wish they'd done that sooner though, I got sun-burnt in that queue :P.
We were on another ride before that and it broke when we were nearly at the top of it. We were then stuck in the boat thing of a 20ft high log flume. 2 women ran up the steps next to the track and talked to everyone straight away though, which did help as there is a time when you start to think '...shit!'. They got a worse deal of it than we did, I really don't envy anyone having to climb up those see-through flimsy metal stairs.
I also went on X:/ No Way Out for the first time and it has been there for well over 10 years. It's built inside this stupid metal pyramid and it's entirely in the dark and it's supposed to be just a backwards roller coaster. The only reason I've not gone on it is due to me being afraid of the dark. I know it's dumb, but especially with attractions and crap, when there's dark there are things that jump out at you and I HATE that. Rake had to lead me round the dark empty queue line corridors with me holding onto her arm and with me jumping at a mirror and some stupid model in a case.
The actual ride was unbelievably shit though. It just takes you backwards, jolts to a stop a few times and has some really stupid recording of some robot person saying bullshit like 'cannot compute, failure to break' etc. I think there were some lame light effects too, but my hands were over my face for most of it.
Other than that though, it was a good day. Rake and I enjoyed spoiling people's photos by both completely hiding in our hoodies during the photo parts of rides. The best one was when we got put with a couple on a log flume and their picture was a typical coupley ride photo and there's just 2 purple things behind them, like 2 ribena berries that invaded their ride. They found it funny too though, so that's OK :P.
An odd thing I noticed about yesterday was the amount of odd shaped girls, girls which weren't so fat, apart from a HUGE round belly, but it wobbled and folded, so they weren't pregnant. It was like every girl around had developed a beer gut. Or there were tons of emo girls who had giant muffin tops going on. I'm larger myself, so I'm not saying I was grossed out, I was just shocked at how many there were, especially of the large round belly kind. I wondered how the ride staff would handle that too, as you can't ride if you're pregnant and these girls really looked pregnant. I still don't get how there were so many of them, it was honestly harder to find a girl who wasn't like that.
Dear Heathrow Airport/Parcelforce,
Please release my hujoo, my lati and Rake's lati. They have been at Heathrow Airport for days and I'd prefer them to be here rather than 20 minutes away and uncollectable.
You are very mean.
Thank you.
I lifted Tiggs into the bath whilst eating some bread and watched as he found it hard to move, then started sliding around, slipping frantically and trying to jump out of the bath but slipping and smacking into the side of the bath instead. I have to admit, it was pretty funny to watch. I didn't know what the hell was going on, he's normally fine. Then I saw the bottle of shower gel in the bath with no lid on and saw the clear gel spilled the entire way down the bath. My poor cat's feet were covered in it!
He then got out the bath and slipped some more on the floor for a while whilst I tried to get him to drink out of the jug on the floor for once. He decided that yes, he was thirsty enough to break a habit of a lifetime but only for about 3 seconds. Tiggs then went to lick his paw and it clicked that having a cat licking off a ton of shower gel could not be healthy at all. Oh god.
We've had Tiggs for about 10 years I guess and in that time we've never given him any baths. He's a cat, it's not what is done. I knew this would be a challenge... Especially as I had to do it quietly as it was nearly 1am.
First of all I thought there would only be a tiny amount really, so I filled up the sink a bit, held him over it and dunked his feet in. He did actually let me do this for a bit. He's a lovely cat and never attacks you, luckily, but he does wriggle and meow. This only seemed to make things worse however as now he had soapy clogged paws and I noticed his whole backside was soapy too. Crap.
I realised bigger things were in order so I rinsed the bath of all the soap and filled almost the whole bottom of it with tepid water. He's new to his, I thought even paddling in it would be a problem. I was very right. I must have put my poor cat in the bath and watched him scream at least 7 times over. Every time I'd then calm him down, get him purring again, give him a cuddle then do it again. Such betrayal! A lot of dirt came off him... but he still looked majorly soapy.
In the end I opted for holding him and scrubbing him with a wet towel. It could have been fine, but I really didn't want to take the risk and let him lick off something that could harm him.
I'd now been in the bathroom a while, turning on and off taps, so my mum came and saw what was up. Tiggs then head-butted his way out of the bathroom once he remembered about the freedom from the water outside of it and my mum decided that hairdryering him a bit may help. I forget why we thought that would work. He hates things that make noise and he hates wind. My mum then sat with him on her lap and I aimed the hairdryer at the coolest and lowest setting possible at the worst areas, mainly to see if they'd dry or not or if they're stuck together. When we saw they were fine we let him be free and he's been cleaning himself obsessively since. He better be ok...
Poor thing, he was so happy when he first came in...
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