Spiderman & burnt cake...

Its pretty late, and I found myself searching random crap on Wikipedia. So before I lost all sanity, here I am. My friend Laura originally introduced me to the world of blogging, so you could say I am totally being a copy-cat. As ever.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this - so bear with me. I guess this will just turn into a place for me to write about crap when I'm tired. And one day I'll look back at it all in a cringey fashion.

This week, when a brown package arrived from Helsinki, I couldn't help but smile as I discovered the cool gift that Laura had sent us. I say 'us', but it was definitely aimed at my sister, Nicola, but I got a mention on the letter - so I was happy!

Urgh, Sunday's really do bore me. Every week, I find myself sat inside, with nothing to do and I end up watching endless repeats of crappy MTV programmes. It just seems to be the rule for every Sunday. Today was no exception. Only, I tried to be all creative and thoughtful by baking my Dad a birthday cake. Yes. Me and a gas oven. I actually did pretty well - I mean, baking a cake isn't exactly rocket science, but trust me, I always manage to go wrong somewhere. Still, the important thing is he really liked it. And I managed to cover all the burnt bits up with the icing. Which was a rather scary shade of blue.

G'night!

xxx