Hairy Tales and Nursery Crimes

I’m so happy right now!  I purchased a new CD for The Child.  It’s been ages since I got her a new CD, but this one’s very special as I loved it myself as a child.  Hairy Tales and Nursery Crimes.  I really hope she loves it as much as my sisters and me once did.  She’s been a bit under the weather though lately, suffering from cold after cold, so I figured she deserved a little pick me up.  And it’s one I won’t mind being subjected to too much.  So much better than the Zingzillas anyway.  In my opinion at least.  I’m sure there are some who would disagree.  Namely those who think the fairy tales we were subjected to as children were too scary or something.  To be honest though, I never had a problem with the wolf in Red Riding Hood eating the grandma and then getting cut open at the end by the dad.  But then again I was the kid who was totally disappointed with Jaws.  It just wasn’t gory enough for me.  Oh well.

And I feel I must confess that I let the guitar practice slide last week.  In the course of the week my nails grew to ridiculous lengths, but they are now under control and I am determined to get back on track with the guitar practice.  After all, if I ever want to be able to play anything I must practice.  I’ll keep telling myself that.  But I will be busy writing essays over the next fortnight.  At last I’ve decided what I’m going to do for my final 3000 word essay.  Something about treating depression with cognitive behaviour therapy.  It’ll be fun.  Hmm.  At least when it’s all done I’ll have a university foundation award under my belt, and should be able to go on the foundation degree course whenever I can afford to.  As long as it’s within the next ten years anyway.  We’ll have to see.  And I do have to pass the last two modules of course.  Fingers crossed.