A Snippet of Life

  It seems kind of strange topic to choose to write a post about... writing, too much of the same word. However, I have always promised the readers of my blog that I shall write about whatever pops into my head, and this promise I shall keep. Over the past week it really has struck me how much I love what I do. First week back at university and yes, doing a course which is eighty percent about writing, it seems pretty appropriate to be partaking in a lot of it, but each day I have spent mostly doing the above...   Not only for my course is this, I have written letters, blogs, a review for my Granddad (reviewing the adorable book he wrote about his entire life; and by this I mean, start to finish dates and all), part of a website page for a charity which I volunteer for and various other things. It has made me think that you really can get so much pleasure out of writing a good piece, it is relaxing and takes you into a different zone, aside from the hustle and bustle of every day lif

  This post is largely inspired by a scenario I found myself in on the way back from Uni the other day. I was walking along on a sunny day, jolly as I had finished for a few days- this is university we are talking about...one days work is enough! I found myself walking behind an extremely angry woman, grown 'mature' woman I would like to emphasize, pacing along behind her son/ boyfriend/ father- I could not tell. She was literally screaming at him at the top of her voice, shouting about him having no gratitude, and she was absolutely fed up of him taking her for granted- myself along with the entire population of York are now probably accustomed to this knowledge, it was that LOUD. There was me, trying my utmost not to as much as 'smerk' in fear of getting a swing of her hand bag around the back of my head, I could picture it, so I simply let her get on with her pointless shouting and got on with my day. I found it quite amusing once I had gotten out of the way of her