Saturday, July 30, 2011


Been working every day at the moment which is starting to get tedious but I need the money. September is coming nearer, where did those months go. Will be moving back for new semester soon which I'm excited but also scared about. Really missing uni friends though can't wait to see them all again. Have been enjoying seeing my boyfriend more though and my home friends and family. I'm still trying to get through the tuns of reading for uni it seems never ending. I'm itching to go to the theatre but really don't have the time or money at the moment feels like months since I've been a member of an audience. I can't believe how much rent I'm paying for twicks house and I'm not even there! Hopefully I will be able to afford to go on holiday next year though fingers crossed. George became an Uncle on Friday to a beautiful baby girl called Annabell. We went to see her the other day and we had a little cuddle. The miracle of a baby astounds me every time. Here some pictures of the latest addition to the Marshall family.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


Given up on photo diary, been working mostly getting ready for the big next sale on Saturday 5am start! All good experience I suppose. Ive been reading alot of plays that I didn't have a chance to read last year and came across a beautiful monologue from one of Shakespeare's well known plays 'As you like it' and thought I'd share it.

As You Like It - 11.2 140-167

All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His Acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
Then, the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school; and then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow; then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth; and then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with good capon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part; the sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound; last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.