Oh and I totally forgot…

CELLS AND TISSUES IN HEALTH AND DISEASE A3
REPRODUCTION AND DEVELOPMENT                A4
NEUROSCIENCE AND BEHAVIOUR                    A5
INFECTION AND IMMUNITY                              B2
DRUGS AND DISEASE                                     B3
MOLECULES OF LIFE                                        C1

As I write this, I know deep down that there is a million-and-one other things that I am supposed to be doing. We; we being Jamie and I, are off to Salou, Spain on Thursday for two weeks and I have set myself the mammoth task of packing. I thought I would begin by laying out all of my “possibly” clothes and from there I would set out outfits, mix and matches and have it all narrowed down to a neat 7.5kg in a matter of half an hour. How wrong. Having decorated every inch of the spare room with my clothes (much to the delight of the cats, who think this new “climb the clothes” game is the best thing since tuna) I realise I am no further forward. I have managed to, in about 6 hours, narrow my collection down to about 20 bikinis, 40 tops, 20 skirts, 10 shorts, 20 dresses, and don’t even get me started on shoes. And another thought has just dawned on me. This is not even my whole clothes collection. No doubt when I go to my parents tomorrow evening I will rummage through my “old” wardrobe and drag out all manner of forgotten clothes from the late 90’s and decide I want to wear them.

There is a plus side to all this; I have realised that I certainly do not need to go shopping tomorrow as previously planned to buy clothes for Salou… Or ever for that matter. However Jamie, the last-minute man, will no doubt decide he hasn’t a matching pair of shoes or something and thus we will be forced to go into the city and shop, resulting in me buying yet more clothes and digging myself a bigger hole really.

I also got my hair done today, having trawled the internet for a picture of what I wanted. I wanted a sweeping side fringe coupled with long layers and an all-over chocolate brown colour. It mostly has turned out good, I think she may have cut the fringe a wee bit short so it tends to prefer to flap about in my face rather than cooperating into the sexy sweeping fringe that I intended. But it’s still long and has a nice shiny colour and long layers just as I wanted.

The cats are already getting excited about the prospect of us going on holiday (well okay they may just be hyper from the aforementioned “climb the clothes” game). As soon as the cat carrier comes out tomorrow evening they will known they are destined for “Grandma’s”. My parents are looking after the cats for the two weeks we are away, so they look forward to bowls of fresh tuna, lickings from the cream carton and the occasional pork pie (that’s the cats, not my parents.) No doubt my Father isn’t looking forward to the whole ordeal, considering the whole pork pie fiasco last time they were cat-sitting. And that was only for a couple of nights. I fully suspect we may come back to a rather more disciplined pair of cats when we return.