Today, Sunday 22nd March 2015, marks the day a mediaeval king has a televised funeral precession. Hilarious.
Richard III, the king found under a carpark space marked “R”.
I cannot even describe how bizarre this is. I don’t even know if I think it’s brilliant or just wrong.
A TELEVISED FUNERAL FOR A MEDIAEVAL KING!!! WHAT IS HAPPENING? In a coffin made by his Canadian relative.
It is beautiful and strange and…and…and I don’t know. I just do not know.


Closing the book

“You fit three years into ten minutes”

You get married and you think this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with.

Then life happens.

You separate, and for the next three years you don’t see him. You don’t hear his voice. The soft lilt in his Rs. You don’t see him ruffled up in the morning before he puts on his armour to face the world. You don’t smell him in the corridor before you leave the house. You don’t see his name pop up on your phone. You don’t know what song he belts out as he drives with the window down and Bluetooth earpiece on. You don’t know what person he thinks is a complete muppet. You don’t hear the word muppet anymore. You never have to put the toilet seat down.

You begin to wonder if you dreamed the whole thing up.

The waves now wash over you once every…

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Dear Mom in the Waiting Room.

This is beautiful.

Dear Mom in the Waiting Room,

I didn’t see you at first. What I noticed as we walked in was a young, laughing girl spinning around with a stuffed animal at the end of her outstretched arms. She had that kind of pure laugh that made me smile just hearing it.

We were there for an ultrasound. Not a major procedure, but my son had major stress. My son is autistic, and has a boatload of medical trauma from his years in an orphanage. Add those together, and hospitals don’t end up high on our list. My son didn’t even notice the spinning, laughing girl.

I sat my nervous son down on the couch, gave him his iPad, and went to fill up his water bottle. (“Have him drink lots of water for an hour, and don’t let him pee,” they told us.  Yeah, okay. We had peed 4 times since the parking garage.)

The waiting room…

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Long Time, No Post

Not that I expect that many people missed me as such, but I must apologise for my lack of posts over the past few months. My only answer as to why is: A Levels. Sadly, education has prevented me from writing any posts as this year, my final year, is of utmost importance as I embark upon the ever wobbly road towards University. However, I am delighted to announce that that path is getting smoother by the day!

Friday the 13th was pretty damn lucky for me, I must say. There I am, just checking my emails on the loo as you do, and there it is! “Something has changed on your UCAS application”. Good job I was on the toilet or I would have wet myself with joy…the thing is, they never say what it is that’s changed. So, I rush upstairs to a computer and try to log on as quick as I can. As you can imagine, the computer takes a day and a heart attack to actually load which makes me a tad hysterical to say the least. So, anyway, with my wonderfully supportive (and thankfully cool-headed) boyfriend by my side, I saw it: a BBB offer from the University of Edinburgh for Scandinavian Studies and English Literature! What followed was a series of squeals and gesticulations typical of a madwoman. Three B’s is hard but doable. I practically cried for joy.

Monday 2nd; less iconic but by no means less incredible. My school has these regular assessments called SPMs for which I answered a question on The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter last week. Today, fearing the worst, I got 35/40 which was estimated to be an A grade answer. I was bloody ecstatic! Not only is that a good grade but, thanks to applying for such a strange course, it is above the grades required for Uni! If I keep this up, and improve, Uni is looking more and more possible which is a lot more than I would have expected after receiving my AS results last year. So, I guess what I’m really trying to say is WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!

Anyway, as I have said, this is a pretty quintessential year in my life so blogging is going to be at the very bottom of my list…unless I have a breakdown and feel as though I want to share it with the world in an Eat-Pray-Love kind of catharsis. However, in the summer jollies I will most likely be spending time doing all the things I wish I had time to do during the term time not-so-jollies. One of those things is reading, another is blogging…another one is sewing/knitting so I may even blog about that too!

Until then, happy reading!

Carenza x