This can't be what you want, but you didn't have to demolish me.,

I know this post is a later in the week than usual, but my excuse is that my weekend was a lot worse than usual. This weekend, I took a trip to the worldwide centre of fun that is Malvern. I arrived friday evening, managed to steal myself a room on my own (which I later had to share with one of my small cousins) and had a little look around the place I was staying. The idea of the weekend was to get my family together to celebrate what would have been my great grandmas 100th birthday, if she was still alive. We'd hired out a whole YHA to ourselves, and it was pretty much like every other YHA situated around the country, especially like a place called Ravenstor I went to last year or something. We were the second family to arrive, preceded only by my aunts family, consisting of 3 children between the ages of 12 and 5, two of whom have learning disabilities, one of whom still worship me and follow me everywhere I go, and one who is very prone to punching, headbutting and otherwise causing physical harm to others, as he doesn't understand that its wrong. The other three families all had kids of about 10-14, and the closest to my age was a 15 year old. So I was bound to have fun. I spent the weekend playing hide and seek, tag and other childish games for hours on end, not my idea of a great weekend. The one productive thing of the weekend is that I learnt that bowls is a fucking ridiculous game. We played it on saturday as my great-grandma played for england or something, and the balls are heavier on one side so you have to curve it or something. Why they can't use round balls, I have no idea. Apart from that, I spent the weekend being very bored and trying to hide from the small annoying children. Great fun. By the end of the weekend I was in a foul mood, due to lack of sleep and general annoyance at not being able to have a moments peace. This was moderatly improved when we stopped at Bicester Village and my mum bought me some clothes and a new pair of Vans, which are unusually not black. However, we then hit major traffic jams and so a drive which should have taken us 45 mins took us 3 hours, and I got home without time to do my geog hw, and so I just played some UT then went to bed. Oh, and my hatred for a certain female geography teacher has greatly increased, as I had to wait 45 minutes after school for her to give me a marksheet for my cw, a meeting which she had compeltly forgotten about, despite the fact that I had seen her and asked to speak to her two days before. And she is also implying that she somehow has so much work to do that she can't possibly help an AS geog student with his cw, even though she was away for 2 months while she was supposed to be helping them with their cw, most probaly causing them to get a C in the first place. Thankfully my mum talked to a teacher at her school, and they said they have all sorts of helpful sheets and is more than willing to help me with my cw as much as they can. How is it possible that a teacher from a different school is more helpful and has more information than the teachers at your own school? Just seems strange to me. Oh well, Easter soon. No school, even if I do have to revise. Tomorrow I'm off to cheddar gorge for a hike, and will return saturday evening. Now I have to go and finish my psych investigations exam booklet, which is due in for tomorrow.