Guess What 
No, really. Guess.
Come on. A million and ten things in the universe I could have done yesterday.
Which one do you think it was?
Give up?
Are you sure?
Really? No guesses at all?
Well then….
I suppose I could tell you…
Yesterday….
I went
To Stratford
And I saw
David Tennant in Hamlet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Normally I hate exclamation marks of any kind (different kinds? What?) but this time I thought I would make an exception).
I saw David Tennant in Hamlet. It was SO good. And quite weird. Being in the same room as him (pretty close as well, we had really good seats) after seeing him on tv so much. More than most people probably. Considering how obsessed my mum is.
The guy who’s bum you see in Jonny English is in it too. He’s Polonius.
Omg it was so good. And that’s coming from someone who didn’t actually know what was going on most of the time…
I like Stratford too. I had a non-pupil day on Friday so we went up the day before and stayed in a travel lodge. We went to a lussshhhh restaurant on Friday night called Edward Moon (I think) and had a really nice meal. Which is unusual for me ‘cause I don’t normally enjoy myself when we eat out because I’m always nervy about various things. I even was getting on with Hugh (!) which was odd.
Then came the night.
And The Pacer.
Anyone who has stayed in a travel lodge will know that the walls (and ceilings as it turns out) are seriously thin. And especially noisy when they creak.
This guy right (it had to be a guy, no woman has footsteps that heavy) was pacing up and down his room ALL NIGHT long. ALL NIGHT. Who does that? He didn’t even stop when I started jumping up and down on the bed and smacking the ceiling. The death threats did nothing either. I barely slept at all and even when I did his stupid feet stomping around even got into my dreams. 
. Knob head. Big feet. Inconsiderate arsehole.
So yeah. Now we’re home and I kind of wish it was yesterday. A cold that has been trying to develop for the last few days has fully come out of itself today. Whispering is more comfortable that talking, every time I cough it feels like someone is ramming a (sharp) knife down my throat and when I have a coughing fit I get really really hot and my skin starts doing that annoying prickly turning itself inside out thing it usually only does when I’m agitated about something.
My brother has also turned into a nightmare. He started to get stressy yesterday, god only knows why because we were having a nice time, I really don’t know what was up with him. He’s annoyed with me anyway for having a cold and constantly coughing (Which I CAN’T HELP. Why would I do it out of choice? It’s painful.) so every time I start coughing he either starts hitting and biting himself or trying to cough up his lungs and then starts his disagreeing with everything everyone says and just generally being annoying. I know he has a cold. He’s had a cold for a few days. I have caught the cold. It’s how it goes. I’m not doing it on purpose to out do him. I could do without all the remarks. And OMG the scary looks he keeps giving me every time I walk past him/cough. I want to write that thing you do when you blow upwards? It’s not like a sigh. It’s a weird thing people do when they’re being irritated.
John’s not even just in a crap mood because of the cold. I picked up a different type of milk than we usually get ‘cause it was cheaper. We didn’t even end up buying it because it wasn’t organic but the damage was done by then.
Please, please let me be better tomorrow. I don’t think my mum can handle another day of this.
Ok. News on Grandad. We went up to see them in the week, I didn’t see him much, so I was talking to Marion the whole time (my nan). I didn’t push the whole going upstairs thing because I kind of thought she didn’t want me to go up there so I stayed and talk to her about Australian soaps/ my RE lessons etc. I like talking to her. I don’t have to worry about it getting awkward because she’s one of those people with endless things to say. Me talking to her gave her a bit of a brake from her reality at the moment which made me happy. I like that I did something to help.
We’re supposed to be going up to see them again this week but I don’t know if I can go now, because they could do without me spreading more germs. Plus everything that got a bit better last week has gone back again now because the doctor gave him the wrong medication (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) that wasn’t suitable for people with Parkinson’s. This was his doctor.
I think I’ll have to persuade mum to go up whether I can go or not because seeing her last week helped him a lot. He needs something to look forward to now he isn’t going out much anymore. I hope he remembers that we came up last week.
Anyway. I’ve left John and Hugh alone too long. I should probably go back down before John says something he really shouldn’t. (Hugh is being surprisingly patient. It’s weird. Will it last? Nope.)
Will try and catch up with everyone tomorrow. I’m in half term now so I should have more time but I have a hell of a lot of coursework to be getting on with.
The joys of year 11 are endless.
