I've never really been one for the heat. I'm much more of a rain, pounding thunderstorm kind of girl. I've always preferred what summer represented rather than the season itself: time with friends, playing games, tall drinks with ice, light floaty clothes. And spare time to read. Even away from uni, I have alrady compiled a list of books that I plan on reading, which of course includes a reread of 'Alice in Wonderland' and a few books off lists which claim to boast the best books ever written. How true this is remains to be seen.The main game being played right now is football. I've been watching the World Cup with little interest - I find the fights and arguments that arise much more entertaining than the actual football. There is little enthusiasm for the England match due to kick off in just a few hours, not that I know why. I spent the last England match packing boxes and preparing to come home. Clearly my enthusiasm has been dwindling for a while. All this fuss over a game...I hardly see the point.
I am excited to see my best friends, however. I am yet to see any of the people I have been so eager to see since I've been home, but hopefully that will all change tomorrow. There is only so much historical fiction one can read before wanting something else to do.
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