As England dwellers know the rain has fallen with abundance for some weeks now, and my visits to museums and galleries are becomming a regular indoor pattern. I visited the Ruskin degree show and this was an enclosed instillation, im sure many wives wish they could fit their husbands in the cupboard.
So in real life the haircut I got was more of a trim. I think the hairdresser was afriad to cut my hair off. For one day I had shiny ironed smooth hair, next time im in London I can pop in for a complementry fringe trim.
Some time has passed and I have had exclusive access into some of the wealthier colleges here in Oxford, well thanks to my waitressing job, Ive been to Merton College and St Johns college (click on the link and then you can go to a map of the college and click on 'Hall')
Apart from feeding the brains of the town, I am also going to my Jobs for the girls construction course
Right now im off to be a receptionist for a few hours before I waitress again tonight.
Soon I will tell you about the the community fun things I have been doing.
There comes a time when a Walton hairstyle just isnt practical. I have been cultivating these locks for about eight months and its time for a hair harvest. I found a website that lets you try out new styles risk free but costing 19 U.S dollars. So I got cutting and pasting in the media suite, no sweeping aprentice needed, and heres some options. I would ask what you think but dont want to put my audiance into a difficult position.
This week has been a demotivating experiance looking for work, week five and Im lagging a bit with momentum. Ive watched the students come out of their final exames dressed in their black capes, carnations and white ties and came to relise that the final year students get sprayed with shaving foam, squirted with ketchup, bound up in cling film and drenched in champaigne...for all their studious efforts. The University and its rituals are ever present here in Oxford city but for a simple pleb these goings on are another world and seem like elitist eniciations into the creme de la creme of posh society. So now im competing in my job hunt with these students. Alot of adverts state that they want 'firsts' graduates, to me this is almost like saying no woman. Which brings me to my next endevour, I start my construction course next week so I will document my brick laying skills and share top decorating tips with you my lucky readers.
Last night we went to a Samba reggea dance class organised by Sarah who is involved in the Cowley road carnival. We were taught by the most energetic 50 year old Brazilian guy, who had us all gasping for breath and red in the faces, it was alot of fun.
Sunday was a sun soaked day perfect for a drive through quitasential English villages in Oxfordshire of green. Ending up in a place called Charlbury. A very highly rated pub lunch was followed by a two hour walk around a country estate. This tree was pretending to be alive surrounded by younger trees, it was infact rotton through.
Inspired by all the beautiful cottoge gardens that evening I took a trowl and attacked the weeds in the garden. All this outdoor action was not fair on my allergic nose. Snuffle.
I have been walking alot, discovering the vast amount of countryside and nature parks in Oxford city its self. I am so suprised at the amount of open space dedicated to allotments and will feature a whole segment on these amzing spaces.
Yesterday we went to the Hinksey outdoor pool. Perfect weather and the water wasnt too cold. The photo is of my friend Sarah and here boy Joseph, after taking it I was told by the lifeguard that it is forbidin to take photos!