Ahh, the morbidity of my imagination :P

Here're my answers:

I'd rather be shot, choked by my pillow, blown up, frozen, the paralysation-stuff would depend, definitely not live in a house again, choke on my non-existant beard, drown in a fishbowl and break my neck, if it was immediate.

Now, I'm sorry I haven't posted for several days, but you know - travelling and...er...stuff. I'll put this first, before I mention what I've been doing since you may not read all that and I don't want this to get buried.
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Now, onto what I've been doing - although most of it's not very interesting.
We went back to the barn-thing...ok, hang on. I'll have to stop calling it that, it doesn't really give an accurate description of it. "Secondary residence" makes it sound really posh, so that's not good either. Any ideas?
Continuing...we saw two deer - one on a walk at dusk, in a field, and the other in a field near town. I wanted to try and take some photos of the deer, so one evening me and Sky went for a walk.
We saw three deer ^.^ two in the first field I mentioned and one in another. Unfortunately the first field had too many trees around it, making it really dark, so I only got one photo - if you can call it that. I won't post it on here because it'll ruin my practically non-existant reputation.
In the second field the deer was too far off and there was no cover for us to creep up on it by.
We also saw two owls, flying - I can't think why I didn't take a photo of the blasted silhouettes. I must have had complete brain failure.

Another time, driving home from town one night, me and Dad spotted something going into the greenery on the side of the road. He slowed down and shone the beams at it, but we couldn't see anything, so I got out.
It was a hedgehog! It was a pretty large one, and it didn't go very fast or anything. Sky got out of the car and followed me. It was pitch dark and it had started scrambling down the bank but I slithered after it, took off my jumper and picked it up and took it to the car to show Mum and Dad.
It was so cute, although it put mud and leaves all over my hoodie. Mum said I had to put it back because it may have babies or whatever... I tried to see if it was a male or female but it just rolled in a ball :P
I said I didn't think hedgehogs had babies around now (although looking it up, the breeding season lasts from April to September), but Dad said I should put it back anyway *sigh*
I've never held a hedgehog before...

I went for a short walk - well, I call it a walk, but it was a really me trying to find a quiet place to read L'Ours Bleu (a book my uncle gave Sky, I don't know what the original name was, since it's translated into French - set in Alaska, about a guide and a photographer and bears and stuff and it's really good - but... no, wait, spoilers) - and found a family of squirrels ^.^ three rather young ones, at any rate, playing around on a tree.
I got a bit closer to them, wanting to take some photos, but they scampered off. So I sat down to wait - but then, drat them all, Sky and Dad started yelling for me. Sky later said that Dad had told her to check on me because he'd "heard a man's laugh" and had probably thought I'd been kidnapped...yeah, right. That hamlet is about as lonely as you can get. Anyway, I didn't answer at first, hoping they'd just shut up - but, finding they wouldn't, was forced to yell back. Marvelous. Anyone could tell you that was just the right way to wait to photograph an animal *groan*
Eventually, though, I managed to get a photo of one of them.

Yeah, not too good. Better than nothing, though? Maybe?

Then, of course, there's Mabel. Mabel's a field mouse I caught during the night before we left, in my live mouse trap. She - we assume it was a she - was so cute! Dad wouldn't let me hold her, because he said she might have been carrying diseases and it would have been really bad timing to have to rush off to the doctor. I put kept her in a plastic box - yes, with leaves and stuff - for about an hour before I released her where I'd found her. Due to the plastic box and the fact that I couldn't open the lid very far or she'd jump out, stopping me from getting any photos, I didn't get any very good ones.

Meh. I probably should have used a different lens.

Oh, and I hung up a swing. It's quite a fun one, since there's a kind of slope just below it. We wanted to hang two, one a bit further down, but there wasn't enough rope.


We left the shed-barn-thing-which-needs-a-new-name and started - well, Mum started - to drive to good old England. It gets a little annoying when you have to do ten to fourteen hour drives at least six times a year. It's even annoyinger when you see other kids doing the same drive in the backseat which is totally empty of junk, with tons of space to stretch their legs and in their pyjamas. We're lucky if we can find a bottle of water and there's so much junk you have to take your shoes up and sit in a ball on your seat.


This time the drive was more ten hours than fourteen, since we didn't start from the usual place. We took a boat from Dover in the morning, yesterday - and then, d'you know what? As soon as we arrived in London, blast it, we had to go to a dentist appointment!

We didn't even get to stop or have a shower or food or anything *sob*
I don't actually mind the dentist's. It's before and after that's bad. Before because we have to rush to the appointment and afterwards because they do a whole load of nasty stuff to you which doesn't hurt at the time, but later.
Sky was lucky - she can take her braces out now and have new ones, my kind, fitted in September or October. I just had my braces checked on, fixed and tightened. And now, of course, my teeth really hurt and I can't eat anything, which seriously isn't fair because my grandmother makes really nice food *wails* and of course there's the obvious fact that I'm starving.

So, as I've just mentioned, we're in England now, for a few days, for my grandmother's birthday.
I want to go to Richmond Park again, but I don't know if we can. There are several other places I want to go, too, but we probably won't be able to >.<
Dad's going to look in the garage later and see if he can find any old camera equipment of his *crosses fingers* and I'm going to get my camera cleaned on Tuesday, because I got some dust on the sensor and therefore can't take macros until it's gone.

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