Which is about cliff-climbing, a mormon, a bouncy castle and THUD.

So, yet again I decide to update my hideously irregular blog, for no reason other than guilt. Also, I feel I have something worth saying.
I climbed a cliff the other day. Now, I didn't know there was a cliff in Newport, but apparently there is and we climbed it. I volunteered to go on an adventure with some friends, and the next thing I knew I was dodging chalky rockslides while clinging onto dead branches. I was scared, but that's because I'm pathetic. And there was barbed wire, and a sludgy quarry, and dense bracken and all sorts. I have an impressive array of scratches and bruises; I tell people that my boyfriend beats me. (I'm kidding.) Perhaps, in retrospect, I shouldn't have worn my high-heeled boots.
Well, I didn't know it was going to happen, did I!
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The next day, I went on a date with a Mormon I met on a bouncy castle.
No, I'm not kidding.
I met him at a mutual friend's 18th, and there was a bouncy castle. He seemed nice, we agreed to meet up again, etc. He seems nice enough, but I'm just 'not in a very girlfriendy place right now'.
Then I met the family, got a belated birthday present - THUD! - and played silly games.
I love Thud. I've already read it, I got it last night and haven't done anything constructive all day. About 460 pages in roughly 4 and a half hours. Not bad going! I love it, it's a Discworld book by Terry Pratchett who is just the coolest author ever. Better than Post Office, probably not as good as Night Watch, we'll see. I love the Watch books. If you don't know anything about Discworld, feel free to use my opinion to muscle in on dinner party conversations; everyone will agree because I am right. Naturally.
So until next time, beloved yet sadly non-existent readers, adieu.