Sometimes I really do wonder why I bother. I seem to be under some lengthy and incredibly strong curse. Everything ALWAYS goes wrong!

After serving my six month sentence of being more or less confined to the house bar occasional essential trips to the bank and not quite so essential trips to the supermarket I was released on the 10th, last Friday, as I wrote.

It’s my birthday on Wednesday, it was meant to be the last one of term so I just wanted to go as normal and take a cake. I haven’t been there since December so it seemed like a good plan. I’ve been dreading my birthday and I really don’t want it, it seemed like a good solution. I really didn’t want to make a big thing of it.

This morning dad and I went up to Selworthy as mum was working and Di told us that on Wednesday Bob (the tutor) had told them the 22nd won’t be the last week of Cannington as he’s having a conference on that day and then there’ll be one week after that.

Can’t think what he’ll go on about for that length of time, sounds rather tedious. Apparently he’s invited about 100 people. So I get to sit at home on my own after all! Yay.

Oh and you’re not imagining things – I only posted this on 12th July, it was all written weeks ago but apparently I forgot to publish it!