The worrying thing about blogging.

Suddenly, it is Monday. This weekend I have mostly been doing little. On Saturday afternoon, I rediscovered The Hatches, one of my favourite thinking spots in Farnborough, which in fact is an attempt to create some natural beauty out of what is, lets face it, an overgrown construction site from when the main road was built. It is, as I say however, a good place to go and think.
Saturday night brought a bewildering and dazzling display of Strictly Come Dancing fever into the house. My parents, my sister clare, and her fiance Andy have spent every Saturday night for the past few months fairly well hooked by this series, which reached the final on Saturday. I watched it and after about two hours, I have to say that even I was getting quite into it. Not least because it is always nice, when, like me, you absolutely can't dance, to watch people who can.
Today I am going to York to visit my brother and also, hopefully, to pay a visit to the ever legendary Luke from my Peru team. I will be coming home with Peter (my brother, that is) on the 23rd.

At the evening carol service at St Peter's last night, I suddenly made aware of just what a wide readership this blog seems to have. It also seems that many of you are fairly committed to reading it at least once a week. Indeed, according to Sitemeter who I use to track who uses this site, I have readers from: Hurstbourne Tarrant, Wiltshire; Shawford, Hampshire; and even Williamsburg, Virginia. At one stage I believe I even discovered a visitor from Nairobi.
What is rather alarming is that if I am not careful people I don't even know will read my blog and hold opinions of me which aren't so accurate. I mean, going by this blog I rarely do any study (well I am an english student admittedly, but I think my housemates may tell you that I do work every so often), and get excited to the point of delirium about books (Never! *cough* Not in a million years! *cough*) Whilst elements of this may be true, I would add that there is also lots of information that gets excluded from this blog, and which you'll only really find out if you press me really hard. Or give me chocolate.

Its fun being mysterious. I must try this subtlety thing more often...