Scratches

Something is living in my wall.

I can hear scratches right in front of me when I sit at my desk, and all that is there is a wall.

It's the outside wall and I know there is a hole on the other side.

Is is a bird? Is it a bat?

I wish it wasn't there...

My Fans

I might have mentioned before, I forget, that I collect fans. Above is a picture of my collection of 23 foreign, old, colourful and wonderful fans.
It started out with the first fan I got, number 23, from Cyprus. I went on hoiday and got it purely because I was really hot. It broke so I bought another one and then in every place I visited I wanted a souvenir and a fan was ideal.

Number 2 is my smallest fan, it's around about half the size of a regular one and is adorable!
Number 3 is the largest I have and I can only just grab each end with my arms outstretched, possibly this is one of my favourites purely because of the size.
Number 4 and 5 are the oldest at over 40 years old! They were given to me by my boyfriends grandparents who got them from Spain ages ago.
Number 6 is brilliant! From Thailand, this turns into a hat when pulled fully open. When only half open, it's a fan. Woohoo!
Number 7 was a gift when my mum went on holiday to somewhere, can't remember. I am a scorpio and I love mythical things, I have a greek god on one of my shelves so I love this one.
Number 8 was the second fan I bought, also from cyprus.
Number 9 is from Spain, bought on a holiday that was cut short when a disaster occured and one of my relatives was viciously attacked and close to passing away.
Number 10 is from Kettering, a town close to my little village. The woman had labelled everything as "Lovely" so this lovely fan always makes me smile.
Number 11 I have no idea where it came from. It's a mystery to me.
Number 12 as it says on the fan itself, from Ibiza. I loved that holiday, with my sister, dad, uncle and cousin. We just chilled all week.
Number 13 is also a mystery, I have the feeling my mum got me it from her holiday but I am still puzzled as to where she goes on holiday.
Number 14 a gift from a friend who went to Spain. Love the colour.
Number 15 Might be from Gibraltar, I know I bought a fan there I just can't remember which one. I think it's this one.
Number 16 is actually really interesting. It doesn't open to have a flat bottom, just to a V and is a great vivid colour. It's from Vigo which I totally loved, my favourite place.
Number 17 is my absolute favourite. This is from Barcelona and I even bartered for it.
Number 18 actually sits on a stand in my room next to my two parasols. It looks foreign but actually it's from Skegness, my childhood holiday love. I adore it.
Number 19 I bought this purely so I could have a fan to say that I've been to Lisbon. I then looked up what Caras meant and it apparently means "Guys".
Number 20 first fan I bought on my cruise, from Malaga. I just love it, it's so bright and shouty!
Number 21 my mum got me from Lanzerotti, I only remember that because it's a strange name for a country, or whatever it is.
Number 22 is from Livorno, that was a boring day. It was a Sunday and the whole town was asleep.
And of course number 23 is from Cyprus and is what sparked this whole obsession!

Vote for your favourite or just comment on how boring this might have been. XD

My Day - Episode Two

Well. Today I woke up round my boyfriend's house. (I love being able to say that!)
He's so adorable when he sleeps. He's finally realised I can't sleep with him touching me in any way, like even toes touching my leg, so I got a really good nights sleep. He told me apparently I sleep weird. I don't really snore, I just have heavy breathing that borders on snore and sometimes I stop breathing momentarily and I seem a bit... you know... dead.
Then we had a nice morning hug/tousle. You know when you start hugging then you realise your in a prime position to make your feet tickle theirs and they can't move? No? Perhaps it's just an us thing.
Got up and showered eventually. Had my first breakfast of frosties, bleurgh. Then we went to my house. Trying to scooter on the side of a bike whilst holding a ukelele is more difficult than you'd think! Got to my dads house, had second breakfast. Lay down watching tevo, realised I was bored shitless. Like actually bored out of my MIND!

So we played Payday. It's like a kids version of monopoly that moves really fast and instead of moving around streets on a board, you move around days on a calender. It's more fun than monopoly. Boyf won, surprise.

Dad came home. Had my suitcase packed and I am HOOOMEEE!
Aka, back at my mums house where I spend the majority of my time, and can chill out muuucch easier. Bring on the nail painting and scented candles. My room smells crazey when I'm chillaxing.

So yes. Now I am back at my house, mum's house. Just being in my room. I should be unpacking really but hey, what's more important?... Yeah. Unpacking. I'll get to that.

I think I may have to take pictures of my room to give you a tour in a blog sometime. Yeah, that's a good idea.