I've been quite busy these last couple of days, which makes a change!
I've met a new neighbour, Mrs Miller. Just like Mr Toad, she's a little on the old side, but she's very nice (unlike Mr Toad). She lives on her own with her three - four? - cats, and someone comes over to look in on her every day. We had a good long chat in her front garden, and she told me all about the history of the local area (a good deal of which I'd imagine has been vastly exageratted in the retelling). She seemed nice enough, even though she did keep calling me Lucy and tried to give me a pound (for sweeties) before I left.
Today I made my way out as far north as Ely. I know, I'm a right little adventurer! Although actually trying to get to Ely by bus is enough to make Scott of the Antartic balk.
Ely's a funny little place. It looked all quaint and country-village like in the sunshine, but it's also full of lads roaring around in their souped-up cars and bikes and whistling and leering at you as you walk past groups of them outside Woolworths.
There's also lots of shops there that you can't find in Cambridge; stuff like Woolworths, Wilkinson and pound shops alongside Waitrose. Someone told me that they weren't allowed to build a Woolworths in Cambridge itself because it's not a posh enough shop. Which I find odd, seeing as it has a McDonalds.
I also noticed a load of people walking around with tattoos; which is great because I love looking at tattoos. I saw some lovely full-colour sleeves, and a girl queuing in front of me had a beautiful delicate one down the back of her neck - although it was the most beautiful and delicate thing about her - but I also saw some people walking around with really grotty looking ones; splodges of random blue all over the arms which look like they're either home-done or a skin disease. Still, I've got two more years to think about mine 
Sorry that this post has been a kind of random thought-dump because I'm a bit pressed for time. But on another note, and for an excuse to use 'sex' as a tag again, apparently there's been some suggestions to start sex education at 4 years-old now. Obviously, they've never met some of the girls I went to school with, or they'd realise that they'd still be starting it four years too late, but still. I think that's a bit extreme. After all, they only need to show people that episode of the 21st Century Girl's Guide to Sex I watched the other day, and they'll be celibate for life...
H x
