Easter was celebrated this year with a potential family rift, brought about by misunderstanding and a lack of communication; that seamless combo for the perfect night's sleep. This year my sister in law, with whom my mother in law always spends Easter, and my other sister in law, with whom she doesn't, were unavailable together in some remote corner of paradise on the other side of the world. Meanwhile those of us at the coal face have been otherwise engaged with uni work, didn't connect Easter and paradise in the same nightmare, and made independent arrangements imagining mother in law to be catered for.
These people look unfamiliar Image: Mr Moment Our resident mature student Squeamish Sue has been busy, though not with uni work. Busy causing family rifts, ingratiating herself into tourist groups and searching for a safe place where the sun don't shine. But she's still found time to come up with handy hints for optimum dipping stick use...
Easter was celebrated this year with a potential family rift, brought about by misunderstanding and a lack of communication; that seamless combo for the perfect night's sleep. This year my sister in law, with whom my mother in law always spends Easter, and my other sister in law, with whom she doesn't, were unavailable together in some remote corner of paradise on the other side of the world. Meanwhile those of us at the coal face have been otherwise engaged with uni work, didn't connect Easter and paradise in the same nightmare, and made independent arrangements imagining mother in law to be catered for.
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Sue's space boots Squeamish Sue's been having trouble with this century. She can't find breathable fabrics, her fellow students think she's from The Past and her boots are more suited to the moon than Berlin. Still, at least the drugs are free now. I hadn’t realised quite how much in denial I was over this ‘landmark’ birthday of mine until I was recently getting ye olde monthly prescription for blood pressure tablets. I got out my card to pay, only to be told that my drugs are now free. Good grief, I was so shocked I had to sit down for a minute – to steady my blood pressure. I would willingly still be on the paying side of the fence given the choice! Image: Mish Sukharev After then Christmas break Sue's back, battling 50 Shades of Grey parodies that don't live up to their horticulture promise and recording machines. At least she's got the tranquillity of the university library to seek solace in. Or does she? Happy New Year one and all. Somewhat late I realise (it will be Easter soon), but nonetheless sincere. I am up to my neck in assessments and class essays, and so have slipped rather with my Squeamish entries. Anyway, a brief recap … during the Christmas break, to get into the Christmas Spirit, my pal Fern and I decided to meet in town to visit the Christmas market. Image: David Blackwell The ever punctual Squeamish Sue is here to bring us tales of university life as a mature student. Make sure you're on time and have your papers, yeah? Or it could all end up down the plug hole. I find it a little disconcerting that lecture attendance, whilst desirable is nonetheless optional and is not monitored, at least not in any discernible way. I guess if you don’t have a clue of the subject matter when you get to your seminar, it is a bit of a giveaway that you weren’t actually in the lecture. Yet seminars are compulsory and are absolutely monitored. A register is taken and your attendance details are forwarded to no less a body than the UK Border Agency. I feel I should carry my passport with me at all times just in case! 'Your absence has been noted, where were you?' 'oh yeah, sorry I was just having a nervous breakdown in the car park, but I’m here now.' Image: Nesster Squeamish Sue, our resident mature student, would like to continue her higher education, but her printer has other ideas. There's also the chameleon to consider now and a stranger's entire new outfit to buy. But what has she learnt from all this? Does anyone know why, when you print something, casually, for leisure, for fun, for the hell of it, printers always work. But then when you print something because you need to read all 98 pages by the following morning, or hand in your first essay of any real importance, printers automatically know you are in a delicate state, and go wrong? I would love to know how that is! It’s not just mere coincidence, it’s a fact in absolute truth. You do nothing different from that which you have always done, habitually, since the invention of electricity even. And yet, suddenly, a network problem develops, the paper jams, and then for good measure, it runs out of ink. So you switch to the back up printer to save your ass and hey, guess what, that too is similarly afflicted, when not 10 minutes previously they were both working perfectly. If anyone knows what phenomenon is responsible, do please tell me. Image: Noel Zia Lee After a break soaking up the local ex-pat culture and cuisine in Spain, Sue's back to begin her degree at Warwick University. But have her ankles returned to their former size? ¿Dónde está Sue's tobillos? I have recently come back from Spain where I spent a week with my sister, her partner and my mum. It was a little warm; 37 degrees most days and on one occasion the humidity rose to around 80% causing my swollen ankles to reach new levels of tumescence. So attractive. Image: QuantumMechanic1 This month Squeamish Sue has been making the most of her break from studies with all things aerial - from zip wires to flights and Spitfire displays. There's good news on the academic front as exams are passed and university looms... When my boys were young, my protective instincts were clearly on overload compared to today's modern mothers! I would internally panic whilst they went on swings and associated playground paraphernalia. Yesterday I was with a friend whose 3 year old daughter went on a zip wire of all things! OK, so her mother Fern had the energy to run alongside her making sure she didn’t fall off, but these things launch at Mach 3 and then ricochet off the stop at the other end with such a huge jolt as to break every bone in your body. Why then was the child laughing and craving more? It made no sense to me at all, and I had chewed off the inside of my cheek with anxiety whilst watching from the sidelines. I guess the tranquillity of the Butterfly Farm had been a bit too much for the young soul to tolerate and energy needed to be expended. Image: Leeds Museums & Galleries Exams are over for Squeamish Sue, which is why she has kindly found the time (with the help of her mother) to put together a diet plan to rival Venice A Fulton's OMG plan. We, at Squeamish Bikini are currently unsure about endorsing a plan that counsels against red wine and garlic. It does endorse fried bread though... ‘The Rules of Indigestion’ to help with both one's diet and one's confidence.
Image: Kate Ter Haar This is it; the looming exam season has now arrived. Squeamish Sue would have revised but there’s been a death in the family and an impromptu garden funeral. That’s not why Squeamish Sue’s dressed in black though… I have been suffering bouts of something called Arrhythmia, which is an intermittent irregular heartbeat. I went to my GP who said it needed capturing on an ECG before any definite diagnosis could be made; seemingly my articulate description of the symptoms was insufficient. So, each and every time this Arrhythmia made itself known, I just ‘popped’ in to the surgery for said ‘capture’. Image: Martin This month Squeamish Sue’s been grappling with the ever informative DirectGov.UK site, weeping at her college friend’s wedding, disturbing other students’ exam time and holding barbeques in the rain. As Squeamish Sue says, it is most fortunate those college references have already been written. My charity shop bolero debacle was worth it. Fern’s wedding was a great success; I looked wonderful! What? Well yeah OK, Fern looked wonderful in her dress too, it was a lovely day and she looked utterly stunning. Her two little girls were bridesmaids and there was not a dry eye in the house as they walked down the aisle in front of her with their infant sized replica posies. During the ceremony, Fern’s 2 year old daughter Katie, declared “I want to give my daddy a hug”, and jumped down to wrap her arms around his knees as he was about to say ‘I do’. Another Kleenex moment. |
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