its summer

Well okay, it's not officially summer but it's near it. Friday is my last day, very very last day of university. Well okay not very last day but last day for the summer. Where am I? I am in paisley university, ayr campus. Why am I here? Because I am waiting for heather to finish an exam, it, today is her very very very last day of university, and she doesnt have to come back afte the summer holidays. This means that if is offically, summer.

Nearly a week back from Munich and I miss it already, I like holidays. I like hotel rooms alot and Im not sure why this is, when I got back I cleaned my room really nicely and rearranged everything spic and span and I still wasnt content. It didnt help that Stuart was scooped off the amsterdam the day after we got back for ship buisness, jeeze, he gets back tonight.

There is a problem, and it is a serious one. I am broke, I need a job very much - Can anyone out there help me? I wrote a poem, here you go


I got you for christmas
allowing me to ride, straight
and steady.
You would support my legs, tiny fists
helping me along, a mile
the end of the road
a mile
the end of the road
and then,
you started to wobble, over bumps you got battered
and you started to look for new feet
a new bike to push.
I needed you.
I thought, I started to try myself
I'd fall, graze my legs
fall again
get back up
and after time I decided
it was time to let you go


(C) Amelia J Smith 2007