*insert poets name* eat your heart out

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Saturday morning is my favourite time of day
Because I know we have all weekend to play.
I enjoy bubble wands and googly fish
I still use my lost eyelashes' to make a wish.
I once stayed at my friends and talked all morning about cats
We then discussed eating cheese and more about cats 

(yes that's right I rhymed cats with cats)

(so not to make people mad at my un-rhyming... I am a wee bit scared of bats)

I think photos are incredible because they capture things I forget

Like nights out or facial expressions we regret
I think I am well suited to people who make birthday hats
And aren't you glad I didn't rhyme that with cats?
When I go back home, I imagine where I used to be

When my mum's kitchen wasn't bright green and my friends didn't drink so much tea

Like the times I would trace the terribly-flowery wallpaper with my thumb
And it was ever so funny and cute when I would say something dumb
But I really enjoy my Saturday-curtain opened-sunny-bed-bacon days
And therefore I don't think its very super lame that I am stuck in my ways


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beach times with the kiddiwinklesss

These were a few shots from my weekend in Norfolk with my family that seems to just keep on growing. 

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This is only a wee selection of the many shots I took. So this is one little element of my family, my cousin's gorgeous new family.

p.s. I want those tiny pink goggles.

what the world needs now...

is love sweet love.

 hello world. please stop being nasty. thanks

 

The riots

Its really sad to see a city being destroyed by a few individuals who have jumped on a band wagon in order to steal from people and smash up a few things. The worst thing is seeing hard working and honest people having everything taken away from them by people who are selfish and cruel. 

But.... although it sounds crazy, it kinda makes me happy to see when others pull together in a time like this. People are trying to spot looters by means of social media, checking if friends and families are safe and there is a real sense of people supporting the police to stop this violence. These select few who are causing all this pain and needless damage should be ashamed. Especially as this all began due to the accidental death of a young person and now it seems this is just a platform for a revolution. I am no politician but I am a believer that if you are bad and treat people poorly then nothing good will come back to you.

These horrid people should not be branded as 'youths' because there are plenty of 'youths' who are against this behaviour and stuck with a label put on them by these idiots. We are a younger generation who are going to have to put up with the actions of people today, the terrible way our job market barricades people out of doing something new and exciting and how reliant we are on benefits to just make a life. I am not good with words and I don't claim to know much about the economy, but I know that I can see people on facebook honestly getting angry and hurt by these riots... and these are the people who are young and hard working. 

There we go. My little rant over. 

So I feel it is only right I end on a cheesy note

meet Dusty

This is a little collection of photos of my cat, Dusty. She would say pleased to meet you... if she could talk and wasn't asleep all the time.

I swear every cat owner will back me up when I say that every pet owner can talk about your cat for ages. Like the way they sleep in odd positions, including whatever reading and writing material you seem to be interested in which means they plonk themselves right on top of it, and all about their mannerisms. This is no exception. However, this little cat, maybe not so little, is actually at my parents house and therefore I will not be boring you with every detail. Yet, every time I get my camera out, the little show off does things like this. 

She loves pencils, peas and cheese and otherwise she is literally the most bizarre/ moody cat ever. She is always that kind of I-have-just-woken-up grumpy and very very talkative when she is demanding something... but recently she has adapted a new trick.... to pee in people's shoes. BRILLIANT. My mum thinks she is stressed, we now have a plug in that apparently sends out nice vibes/ hormones for cats. ha ha ha! 

But anyways... 

I hope you enjoy her smotchy cutesy wotsy face squidgums (that is my cat talk)

simples

A little picture of a meerkat boob grab from a few weeks ago.

Apparently as they are so prone to finding their food in cracks and underground they assume they can dig for food anywhere... including mouths (yes this does mean when smiling some meerkats want to get inside you mouth for a nosey around) and in this occasion this meerkat wanted a peek in the realms of cleavage. 

They also love high places in order to watch out for dangers including any sort of bird, airplanes and occasionally these high places include people's shoulders. Queue next photo...

This meerkat spent his entire time on Josh's shoulder!

All these shenanigans happened a few weeks ago at Paradise Wildlife park which is a lovely place.

So this is little tale of our Zoo day!

However, maybe this would look better if Josh was a pirate?

 (Oh paint how I love you)

 

 Zoo day pictures:

1. This was also the day that we discovered the joy of lemurs. If you do anything to get their attention they are literally all yours. We even discovered that they grab leaves through the bars and pull this sort of face.

2. Hanging about with a Gibbon

3. A cats yawn.. seriously I love big cats. They are so pretty!

4 + 5. There was this 'talking' parrot that I was sceptical of considering it never said a word even with me saying the typical "Polly want a cracker?" "hello" and " who's a pretty parrot?" chat up lines... except whenever I turned by back it said hello!! I firstly thought it was Josh paying a trick on me. Then worked out... it was the parrot playing a trick on me! Brilliant... I'm so gullible I can be tricked by a parrot. 

                                                                               6. The funniest vain penquin.

In closing:

Josh is a pirate 

Parrots are smart

Lemurs are funny

AND

I got touched up by a meerkat!!!

Have a lovely sunny day :)

banana milkshake

This is a cafe in Old Amersham. This is one of the prettiest little villages. The perfect little spot for my camera to have a little walk about.

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Dear banana milkshake,

I like you.

Love, Hannah x

p.s. this is our little collection of plants on our window in Birmingham. We have sweet potatoes, basil (the best smelling one by far), Venus Fly Trap for those pesky bugs and chives.

p.p.s. who likes the fudges in a box of Heroes? They are surely like the bounties in a box of celebrations? If you would like some, come get them!

the tales of my tank

Fishieeeesss
 This will not be my conversation opener on all occasions, just most of them.

 I could talk about my fish all day. We told the pets at home shop assistant that we were "fish people" and she didn't believe me until I listed our hundreds of fish (past and present) and pretty much bored her for hours about them all. I literally could not sound more like a weird freak if I tried.

However, currently I am back to being unemployed and I am way too much of a student still to be responsible for animals such as a bunny or turtles (even though these are on my wish list so high that I keep asking to be driven to pets at home to hold a bunny) and both these animals need lots of love and attention when I want to go travelling so badly. 

So I am a fish person. I am also a beef person.

(I do this a lot) Here are our fishes: 

Captain Pugwash, Lenin the shrimp, Sheldon and Trevor the snails, Jumanji, Gok Wan, Stuart x 4 the zebra fish, Sue and Sweep the sucker fish. 

So the news of my tank... I have two sucker fish called Sue and Sweep (Sooty died!) and suddenly all our new fish (Batfish, Robin and Jaffa) keep dying! We found out today that the sucker fish are BULLYING our fish to death. So they are being taken away to the naughty place... another pet shop. I tell you what, seeing a dead fish after a boozy weekend is the most horrific sight ever. SUCH DRAMA. And such a boring blog entry. 

However when you have had a messy weekend full of tents, alcohol, long train journeys, 3 hours of sleep, togas, Chinese takeaways (when it all gets too much) and competitive rounders.... I like talking about my fish.