Summertimes

Oh hai there. Long time no speak, etc.

I take up my .. er.. pen again on account, as usual, of boredom.
I should be translating any one of a number of Greek texts.. Pindar, Aristophanes, Euripides, Sophocles, Herodotus. But I am not. In fairness I actually have translated 50 or so lines of the Thesmophoriazusae, but it's only so funny when you have to look up every other word. Alas.
I could be selling ice cream (my summer job), but I rely on my bosses getting in touch to let me know when I'm working, and they've been surprisingly poor at that recently. You may think they would be justified, given the weather.. but actually, here in Cambridge (yes, I live in Cambridge and go to Oxford Uni. Get over it.) the weather has been pretty lush. Perfect ice cream weather, in fact.
I could be baking something. Again, in fact, there's bread in the bread maker.. basil, parmesan and sundried tomato bread, to be precise. But I'm just not inspired, and my family doesn't consume cake at the speed required for me to be able to give free rein to my creative juices. As it were.
So all in all, this summer is not turning out to be as financially lucrative, fun, or generally productive as I had hoped.
Having said that, I have made an extraordinary amount of cake in many and various shapes. I have also sold a lot of ice cream. I wish I could write that I've also translated a lot of Greek, but this is not the case. Oh well.

I have been to the BBC proms though.. and had dinner at Harvey Nichols.. and turned 20.. so stuff has definitely been occurring. But not in significant quantities to prevent me from bothering to write a blog.

Which is where you lot come in, I suppose.

Anyhoos, I suppose I should stop wallowing in self pity and do something with my life. Yes.

I'll let you know how it goes.