Valentines Weekend. Due to the silly distance between the Rhondda Valleys and quaint North Devon countryside.. we decided to postpone Valentines day for about a week. Night before we go to stay in Brighton.. boom. Fever. Hello Fever. Nice to meet you again you BASTARD. But all is not ruined. Mr Terrell chivalrously scurried down to the sticks and visited his poorly but chirpy girlfriend. The fella does not understand the concept of slobbing out (odd.. he is a student after all) so a day of doing sweet bugger all was in order. Deciding not to surface from our beds until 1pm was the most relaxing thing ever. I cooked (YES I KNOW WOW >.<) a lovely fry up of Sausages, free range eggs, bacon, fried bread and toast. I have yet to improve my skills but I quite enjoyed it. Vital survival for the ridiculously hungry at around midday. An afternoon of Glacier fruits and Friends DVDs was done. The double duvet decided to come out. Perfect slobbing out ammunition. The glorious task of picking up my drunk parents from the washed out shithole of Bideford was done at midnight. At this point, I just wanted to sleep despite the ridiculously late lie in. Well you know what they say. Lie ins make you more tired. My mother says that but it makes sense right?

So here we are folks. Half term. Are you excited? I'm really not! A week of essays and coursework awaits but first I must have at least 1 or 2 late nights of playing Sims 3 and surfing Youtube for hours on end. Oh. I just remembered. Stepdad shouted up the stairs today. "Chloe, it's Wooda Surgery on the phone" (my local GP's office). There is me thinking "Shit. Something serious has come up on the blood test. Oh nooo" but a very polite girl told me my Glandular Fever blood test has come back positive and I don't have Diabetes. So apparently I do have it. I wondered why my eyeballs still felt like weights. At least all is well, literally. I just have a silly Monocldklkdalskdlsijseous (you might want to google "Mono" or "Glandular Fever") virus that apparently knocks you out for months. 2 months now and I'm still having poorly days. Hey ho. It could be worse. It really could. I feel selfish now.

Anyway, it's REALLY late and I should get to bed. Less worrying to do now I've got the blood test results back. More dreaming of pretty things like Matthew's hair in the morning.