'I'm not your mum'

Hey there, I've been in bed and ill for the first 3 days of this week, so not too much happened then, but I think I can muster a few tales of embarrassment and a couple of photos. Let's go!

Songs of the week - Keane 'Somewhere only we know'
                               Nizlopi 'JCB song'

Football

It's been a weird old week (using the word weird because I only learned how to spell the word this week), I was sleeping off and on and watching football with my dad. My family only very recently got 'Sky' when we moved into the new house, it's great having all the channels and pretty much unlimited choice over what to watch, the only problem is, my dad is usually watching the sport and my mum is watching a house hunting programme with the balding heart-throb - Phil spencer. I don't know about anyone reading this but football intimidates me, not the sport, not playing it, but the talking about it, I don't know any players, I can just about follow a football team (Ipswich town, bottom of the league right now with an absent manager) but when someone tries to engage in a conversation on a level about players, I don't really know what to say. Massive men in British pubs talking about 'the game', that's not where I belong.

Library 

I live round the corner (plus a little walk) from a fantastic library, not boasting, just putting it out there. And I read, ladies, form a queue. I've spent the second half of my week trying to hunt down a book called 'Outlaw', after finishing one of series of Angus Donald books, I realised I had read the third one in the saga, so now my goal is to read the other three, not a major goal, just one I could probably accomplish.

The Manly yawn 

I realised something this week, I realised (using the word 'realised' twice because spell check doesn't like it) that when I walk down the street and a person, usually male is walking towards me on the same path, I will yawn, I don't mean to do it, but I literally do it all the time. After realising this, I tried hard not to be 'The guy who yawns at people' but I can't stop myself, maybe I should get more sleep.

Friday, Saturday

It's Friday, I have already broken up from school like a relationship turned sour and the half term is mine, trouble is, I don't want half term yet, I've spent most of the week away from school, I kind of want to be out of the house, when I feel like this, I head to Folkestone, the town of all my dreams. Not. I set the sky box to record Derren Brown's 'Apocalypse', which is convenient because when walking through Folkestone town, it feels like walking through an apocalyptic world and head out on the train, the evening goes fine, etc. until I try ringing home. Separate paragraph needed for this. Pretty embarrassing, even for me.

I can't remember why I was ringing home but I can remember what I said, the conversation went abit like this:

*Ring Ring*

Person at the other end of the phone: Hello

Me: Hi mum, it's William

Person: It's Callum's mum, I am a mum but I'm not yours Will

Me (Struggling for what to say): Oh, in that case, goodbye

I had rung my best friend's house and called his mum my mum. What must she have thought? 'Oh, that Will just rings up peoples houses and accuses them of being his mum, he just does it for kicks'. So yeah, pretty awkward.

Until next week

Will - Are you my mummy? - That doctor who episode scared the living daylights out of me.