Behind Blinds

I'm like my cat, taking up space between the window and the blind. It’s one of her favourite places. I'm headed towards her now, on a London bound Megabus. The crimped mesh curtain is like a veil between me and the other passengers, creating a small pocket of privacy where the view is better and the air slightly colder.

Of course all this is all past tense, because you can’t type and look out of the window at the same time. Let’s talk about some other things from the past, because we’ve basically covered the present and I'm still working on my ability to accurately foretell the future.

Why was I so distant from my cat that I am now having to take a coach in order to get back to her? Should all geographical locations be pinpointed by absolute distance from my cat? No. That would mean that a number of different places would be described as the same place. I was far from my cat because I was working alongside my gap year pals, the Youth Development Team, running a Steward’s Trust camp. The Steward’s Trust are like the Christian Union but for public school kids.

Was it fun? Yes. We sang songs and went underground and over ground and on the water. At one point we went over a little more ground than we were required to, which might have been my fault because my whole job was basically to know where we were going. I felt like a big idiot for a while, but unavoidable quantities of good fun and gospel preaching soon put a stop to that. At the end of the week there’s always a massive party, for which Becky Jennings provides a veritable feast and we pump filthy tunes all night. Of course not properly filthy, it’s a Christian camp for fifteen year old kids. Also sometimes not even like “filthy”; again because fifteen year old kids. There was a generous helping of One Direction, amongst other things. We had to abandon ‘Harder Faster Better Stronger’. The juvenile jivers didn't seem to understand what a grimy tune it is, and left the room in droves. A sad sight indeed.

-- Some Time Passes --

Like a whole week of time. I've been at home, very slowly working on a totally bonk engineering report whilst playing much Borderlands 2 with my friends.

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K vufnw 'Yjt K oziy vh xodza xied tegvs'

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This cipher is now not really humanly crackable. I've equipped some of my contacts with the decryption software, but they don't know how to use it and think that my life is too boring to investigate. So basically nobody is reading any of that.

There was a duck on my roof yesterday, quacking all the time. It was great.

Okay good. Hey check this out. 

Me and Ruth Lovell and Claire Lovell have been having lots of fun with it. I made a drawing of a tree / squid called Tree Squid. Ruth did the Cat on this page, which I think is Cid.

Here is a picture of Tree Squid: