My Week In A (Rather Large) Nutshell

Hi peoples (that is not actually colloquial spelling by the way, according to the Concise Oxford Dictionary, this usage of the word means, "persons composing a community, tribe, race, nation, etc." - of course my blog reaches communities, tribes, nations, and etc.s, what do you expect?).

Well after that extremely long opening statement (most people keep them to about three words, but no, not Charli the ranter), I will now actually start talking about the topic for this post which is...drumroll please...my week. No, that's not particularly out of the ordinary and I know some may argue that it is not actually a 'topic' per se, but you see this week has been a very odd week. I have had a number of experiences that, whilst may not sound particularly exciting, actually had felt quite profound for me. Whilst I could probably right an entire I post on each of them, I decided to get my blog up to date by doing a Julia-esque counting sequence (so that everyone doesn't go to sleep), here are some random things which happened to me this week:

1) I learnt that playgrounds are extremely fun, but also extremely dangerous and put you into alot of what can only be labelled as 'compromising' positions.

2) I was actually misnamed, Charlotte's a lovely name and all, but it simply doesn't suit my personlity, instead I was destined to be called Henrietta, Henri for short (I am not claiming I particularly like this name, but you can't argue with the fates, even if your mother did). Seriously, even my middle name (Elizabeth for those who don't know) would suit me better than 'Charlotte'.

3) I have hands which give meaning to the phrase 'half octopus, half exotic flower' (this is according to Julia, but sadly I have to agree with her because this is the desciption of the very odd hands of one of Ingres' paintings, Jupiter and Thetis, and they look exactly like mine).

Thetis' hand:





















My Hand:





















4) Yoga is absolutely brilliant, but, like playgrounds, puts you into some very compromising positions that are also very painful but, unlike playgrounds, you get to meditate and eat free vegertarian food.

5) I am going to have African children to save them from pain of having to suffer through the childhood I had of being incredibly, incredibly pale (btw, in response to Emily's query, "what, are you going to adopt them or just have sex with Africans?" I chose the latter).

6) Although many claim that suicide bombers are a new and unknown threat, it turns out they have existed for millenia - bumblebees. Julia, Abraham and I had a fascinating discussion on this subject and this was the conclusion we came to because when bunblebees sting people, they die which prompted Julia to come up with the slogan, "bumblebees - the terrorists of the natural word" (we also had alot of fun invisioning a war between wasps and the poor bumblebees - seriously even if they defended themselves, they would die!).

Well there you have it, the epiphanys of my week in nutshell ( and as my title alludes to, no one ever said nutshells had to be small).

Au revoir mes amis,

Charlotte/Charli/Henrietta/Henri/Elizabeth