I'm writing essays!

But more importantly I have my new years resolution. I dont usually do resolutions, I think the point of practice is just that, it's practice, it's not prefection, and you may as well try and do some each day. I had a lovely phone call with another one of my many lovely friends the other night, what bliss, soaking in a hot bath, talking to a wonderful friend. Life is full of so many minor miracles, and I miss most of them lol! Anyway, because I'm eager to get to back my essay, mine (and my friend's) resolution, is "To do things badly rather than not at all" I will write more about this later, but Akhenaten's Egypt is calling!

Ahhhhh yes, news about Clover as well. Guinea pigs may or may not have asthma. She it turns out, has a large heart, which may or may not be caused by a bad bout of the sniffles. We've extended the sniffles treatment, and we'll see what happens next. The vet said he thought if it was a heart problem, she would probably look more depressed, which I think we would tell by if she wasn't eating. I thought it was quite an interesting use of the word depressed - I guess it means a little bit more than feeling pmt'y and craving chocolate. I guess a guinea pig would crave romaine or chicory mind... ...

Guinea pig madness

Can guinea pigs get asthma? That's the question for today... Beautiful Clover piglet is still breathing like a carpet of autumn leaves despite a week long treatment of anti-b's and 2 doses of frusemide. She doesn't look distressed in herself, which shows it must take more intelligence to be frightened at breathing difficulties... I think next time I'm wheezy, I'll try to be a guinea pig. Mind you, the food would all be raw - no chips, and no chocolate. I guess I'll put up with the fear then.

Today is the grand start of my Egyptian archaeology essay, and will hopefully provide the definative answer to what is an Amarna period shabti? Obviously I can't say as yet, but by the end of the week, it will no doubt be clear.

Had some strange pear flavoured liquoer (sp? - half the fun of my blog will be the search for typo's) yesterday at my favourite Turkish place in Bath. It was presented in tiny glasses after the main meal, after our coffee... Yes, I had a cup of full-caffiene coffee, and a mini glass of pear plonk in one day. Fabulous! We ate our way round Bath yesterday, and chatted and chatted and chatted. It's so lovely getting together with good friends, we can all be so delighted with each other. One of those really nourishing friendships, or perhaps it was the copious food! I wonder if certain friendships of mine relate to the food I normally consume when I'm with them? One of my closest and longterm friendships is peppered with the chilli's of all the curry's we've shared. We started off in a student house share, eating real stick to your ribs food, that would floor us for hours... Now we're older we dont have the eating competitions (although recently I found it was me being competive about the toast *sigh*), but we still have a friendship where we synchronically share our live's paths... It's a very warm experience, although we're excellent at being the doozey in pointing out what the other one is trying to avoid... Maybe that's got something to do with chilli's or maybe we always sniff like that lol. I am finding the comparison a hard one to sustain, but I do like the idea so I may return to it.

Toodle pips xxx

First Post...

Hello all,

customery first post to say, my name's Rachel, and this is my blog. Check back for tapirs, guinea pigs, a few rambles into Egyptology, and many missed g's as I need to air clean my key board.