Erskine. Where the feck is Erskine?

Seriously? Does anyone even read this anymore?

They have changed my placement. I now have to go to Erskine. Erskine Hospital. On public transport for 7 weeks. Outstanding planning there guys. Moan moan moan moan.

Its going to take me at least a hour travelling on the bus, assuming that I dont miss any of the 2 connecting buses or that none of them are running late, and then I have the 15- 20 minute walk from the bus stop to look forward to.

Fuck this I'm car-jacking some poor bastard and making them drive me. Polis might get a bit suspicous after 35 days though. All 35 car jackings going to Erskine hospital. I might need to think this through again.

In other news we (me and a couple of lassies from uni) went to the wee fortune teller wummin' today in the Paisley centre. Apparently I am getting married soon! I pointed out I was already married. Apparently we are just renewing our vows... or something. This was after much discussion, am I scared he's going to leave me? "What him? Leave me? AHAHAHAHAHA!", okay then, are we not long married? "Define 'long'"... All she was missing was a rod and pole there was that miuch fishing going on.

And I'm having not one but 2 babies. First ones a boy. Other unknown. One in the next 2.5 years, but I have to get my studying finished first. When I pointed out that this was a 3 year course, apparently thats fine as I would just be getting pregnant in the next 2.5 years leaving me time to finish the course and have baby! I admit at this point I was ashamed of doubting the mighty Petrona and her mystical time management skills.

Apparently (I have also turned into my sister due to over-use of the word apparently it would seem) I am also moving house (time frame unmentioned), I am not going to win any money, I'll always have to graft (ah well), I worry about my mum (who doesn't worry about my mum?) and me and Paul are going to be together til we die. Yay.