I woke up this morning to 'Black and Gold' on Q103 on my radio alarm.. and I haven't been able to stop humming it ALL day. In fact, I am listening to it as I type.

Why, you may ask, did my alarm go off this morning when I had a day off?
The answer, dear reader, would be that I was getting up to see my little sister off on her first residential school trip, the famous Ye Olde Isle of Wight trip, completed in Yr 6.

It was also my brother's first day of work experience, so he's actually out of the house for a reasonable amount of time, instead of returning at the ludicrously early time of 3:35 on most days.

So, in an empty house, I sat down with Sam Sparro and my revision and just worked, pretty much solidly.

I wrote a blow-by-blow account of the events of 'Le Gone du Chaaba'.
I wrote a list of all the characters in that very same book.
I watched the end of 'Jules et Jim'

by this time, my stomach was complaining. After a swift lunch, I returned to my work. But this time, I was on a mission.. to do history.

So I revised the religious changes under Edward and Mary Tudor.

Which may not sound like a lot.. but given that one of them went radically protestant and the other returned to medieval Catholicism, there's actually quite a significant amount to learn. So that was quite a hefty task. But I did it, and was able to tick it off in the front of my diary as a job well done.

Of course, there is only so much one can do in a day. My mum was in an absurdly good mood on returning home, so in a frenzy of organisedness we cleaned out both fridges in readiness for the Tesco delivery, and we also gave in to our craving for fish and chips but in a healthy, home-made way. And then we all went for a walk in the Beechwoods, and I drove (yes, folks, *drove*) back through Fulbourn.

All in all, it's been rather spiffing.