So, today is my birthday. It is officially less than a year until I'm considered fully responsible for my own safety. (Go me.)
I slept on the bus this morning. That's not particularly significant in itself - I've been sleeping in the morning almost since I started - but I just happened to wake up when we were passing a certain field, in the middle of which was standing a tall slim figure. Either that's one ginormous scarecrow, or a certain someone decided to remind me he's still around. Fabby.
But yeah, the rest of the day was pretty good. My friends gave me a present they'd bought together; a large snowglobe that plays music when you wind it up. All in all, I think it's pretty cool. (I'll have to resist taking it apart to see how it works. Music boxes tend to be put together pretty precisely, and I wouldn't want to disrupt the mechanism.) I'll definitely be winding it up before I go to sleep tonight. I just love music boxes. They're so relaxing, don't you think?
Anyway, I slept on the bus back as well, but nothing unusual happened this time. In fact, nothing unusual happened the whole day. It's been ages since I've spent almost a full day feeling happy. :)
When I got back, my Dad flashed a pink envelope in front of my face and I opened it. It was a card from my Granny with a tenner inside. (Not much of a surprise there, it's what she sends me every year.) After dinner (MacSween's vegetarian haggis = the best food ever!) he told me to shut my eyes. I heard him mucking about in the fridge, and then he brought something out, put it on the table, and "Tada!". The cake was beautiful. It was slathered with yellowy butter icing, and on the top was a black bat made out of rolled fondant. The words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARB!" were drawn on the top with that red-coloured writing icing you get in tubes. (How he got it to stick, I've no idea.)
After we'd each had a slice he gave me my present. I wasn't really expecting much. But then I opened it and it was a boxset of Red Dwarf! Red Dwarf! I sat there gawking at it for a minute. I'd seen a couple of episodes and liked them, but it had generally been late at night (Dave's so-called prime time? Nup.) and he'd been doing other things. I eventually managed to say "Wow." and Dad explained that he'd heard the theme music coming from the lounge when I was up late sometimes. He said it was one of his favourite programmes when it was on, and he was pretty sure I'd like it too.
And, well, that present is the reason I'm up late again. Pete decided to join us after the first episode. He asked me what we were watching and I shushed him. He found it funny as well. Liam was in the room, but he didn't really pay any attention to the screen. He'd look up at it any time we laughed, though. I think Holly is my favourite character at the moment, but I can't wait until Kryten shows up.
So, it would seem everything's alright for once. That's nice.