I’m getting a little lax in updating, mainly because I’m stuck in some sort of space-time warp where everything happens
around me rather than
to me, if that make sense.
Tomorrow morning at eleven, I’m off to the airport with my parents to help navigate and suchlike. We’re going to meet various family members who will probably become characters in my journal for a few months, so quickly rendered here:
( a new cast of characters ) Mashi and Hemang will be here for two weeks – Dadu and Didibhai possibly two months. Should be fun. I know them all (except Hemang) very well, unlike my paternal grandmother, as we’ve been visiting them every two years for as long as I can remember. They live in Chittaranjan Park, which is in the Bengali colony in south Delhi and heaven on earth to four-year-old-me. They spoil me, to be honest; I’ve never been sure why and have always been afraid it’s more to do with my unusual upbringing and birthplace than anything about me personally.
So, yes. They’re arriving tomorrow morning. Mashi wants to go to London, and accordingly, all of them plus my parents are going down on Tuesday. I wanted to go, but can’t – Biology field trip, of all horrible things – and I know I sound incredibly bitter, but they’ve made it very difficult for me. They want me to come, and have been trying every blackmailing trick in the book to try and make me, whereas I know I can’t. I really can’t.
On the plus side, I get another week on my own. Hopefully I won’t be driven to quite the same state of loopiness as last time.
( further reasons for loopiness, or what’s behind all the talk of chaos ) I’m lucky in some ways. At least my name is Iona and I never learned Bharat Natyam.
The last few days have been vaguely interesting, but have mostly played out as a backdrop to all the chaos in the house. I went back to school on Thursday, and can’t believe that two days on, I’m already stressed about module 4. I don’t want to do A2 modules now – I haven’t got AS results yet! – but it seems I have no choice in the matter. To make things that little bit worse, our first Biology field trip is next week and we need to learn all the relevant theory from module 4 by
Wednesday. This involves actual
work. I can only conclude they’re all insane.
This trip to Formby Point (I live here, for crying out loud) is a test run for our week-long field trip to the place-with-the-unpronounceable-name in August. I mean, I can just about pronounce Betws-y-Coed. But we’re going to a place a little further on from there, called Rhyd-y-Creuau. This, I cannot pronounce. It actually sounds quite fun in a weird way – we’ll be on our own, and hopefully the weather will be nice, and three people out of the group have birthdays while we’re out there, so it’s all good. We got the sheet yesterday asking us to detail any dietary requirements and/or psychological or physical disorders we may have.
Reading it out, Rice-Oxley went on
without missing a beat, “Unfortunately, Iona’s particular sequence of psychological disorders do not count.”
Off my look, “I get worse at A2.”
No kidding.
So, yes. That trip ought to be fun, too. If I make it out alive from this weekend, that is.
Last night, I went to see PoA again. With my parents, this time, and I’m pretty sure my mother didn’t want to go, but went just to humour me. Anyway, I’m glad I made Pedar see it.
( some thoughts on a second viewing; or what happens when you go to see PoA with your father )Then I asked my mother what she thought. Her response?
“You saw this
twice?”
Remind me again that we’re related.
Today has been spent in a whirlwind of chaos, cooking and my mother’s new obsession with bathmats, but in the midst of all of this, I have managed to get my email account working. My new address:
iona.raven[at]gmail[dot]com. – email me, etc.
I love Gmail’s interface and the amount of storage. Fabulous.
I think I’ve probably talked enough for now.
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