Friends Made Of Fruit #2

Aloha!
How are we all at this end of this week?  I trust everyone is high on life. I have had a mental week; I can hardly believe I'm attempting this blog post, my brain is so addled with fatigue. 
I spent the week getting up at 6.30am, working 7-12 at the cafe, then childminding three under-5s from 2-7. I'm surprised I'm not dead. 
Did anyone know that small children are a total nightmare? I mean like...individually, they are wonderful but all together....there are no words. They also think things that aren't funny are funny for ages. 
"the other day, she laughed for, like, an hour, at a cup"

Anyway, the week's over and I'm excited for the weekend. I'm spending all of tomorrow with my friends JJ and Jess and then seeing my uni housemates on Sunday in Reading. I am SO looking forward to seeing everyone.

BUT NOW......ON WITH THE SHOW. 

ONE. 
Number One is currently Number One in my life (besides Jesus, who is closely followed by Matt). It is something which I have been waiting on for months, pining, fondly reminiscing with myself over good times spent together, wistfully gazing into the future wondering what time has in store for us. 
I am, of course, referring to the return of the wondrous Downton Abbey. 
What a program. WHAT A PROGRAM. In revelation of true snobbery, I am actually super surprised at ITV's ability to produce something that does not involve idiot members of the public or ridiculous animals. The 2nd series is set in World War One, and I'm sensing there may be a great loss of a major character at some point. One episode in, I am delighted at Downton's ability to still be great without being predictable or repetitive. I literally can't get enough. I'm spending all day tomorrow with JJ and Jess watching the entire first series from end to end. There will be duvets and biscuits involved. Bet you're jel. 
Here are some videos of said wonder to entertain you.  You should also definitely watch the Comic Relief version; it's hilare. Ooh I'm getting all emotional watching this promo.
 



TWO. 
Number Two this week is also televisually based. I have spent all my evenings this week watching re-runs of Miranda. I also may have bought the first series on DVD. Y'know, with all the money I've got lying around. 
Miranda is everything that's right with the world. I fully recognise why people don't like it though, as I didn't like it when I first watched it. I was like...'why are you speaking into the camera....why is a tall woman falling over funny?' and then I realised that a tall woman falling over is hilarious. What convinced me of its genius however, is that her mother is my mother. I mean....it's like watching my mother on television. If you have never met my mother but really want to, watch Miranda. Although...my mother isn't that old, or that desperate for me to get married. And she dresses in a disturbingly fashionable manner, unlike Miranda's mother. But in all other respects, they are the same. Watch it now, thank me later.
 


THREE. 
Oh dear, I'm realising too late that most sections this week are about moving images projected from a small box in the corner of my sitting room. Started watching Grey's Anatomy this week. It's flipping ace. I love it, although Meredith's voice is well weird. And she acts kinda weird sometimes. I'm only a few eps in but I've only heard good things about it. I'm excited for watching more. 

FOUR. 
Finished a book this week. I can't remember if I've mentioned it on here before but I'll give you a mini-mini-review anyway. A Week In December by Sebastian Faulks follows seven people over seven days in the week before Christmas 2007. Some of the characters are super predictable and dull (hello disillusioned suicide bomber), and others are super interesting (hello greedy city banker). I love reading books that are heavy on the stream of consciousness as opposed to reams of dialogue or physical descriptions. Because of the range of characters, you get such a broad spectrum of ideologies and opinions and it's so fascinating to think about the way that some people think. There is quite a lot of financial detail in the city banker chapters which I admit did confuse me at times but having learnt a little more about the current economic situation, I was able to understand a little more what was going on. You should read it, I really enjoyed it. Next book: The State of Africa, a non-fiction about...well...Africa. Duh. 


FIVE.
Section Five is dedicated to somebody wonderful. 
Matthew Withers, would you please stand up. 
Thank you for always being yourself, thank you for making me laugh. 
Happy birthday, you are beautiful and I love you. 

Peace out friends, be good.