Lucy Likes...Christmas

Well, I say Christmas, I really mean the build up to Christmas. The actual day these days isn't quite the same. There is always an argument and you never get quite what you'd expect. That sounds awful, Christmas isn't about presents it's meant to be about Jesus but anyway. It's the build up. The mince pies, the songs - words cannot describe how much I love Mariah's All I Want For Christmas - the lights - not tacky coloured waving father Christmases the twinkly white ones. The happiness and the cheer in the air, that sounds cheesy but it's why Lucy Likes...Christmas.

Lucy Likes...Happy Go Lucky Me.

This reminds me of Splatts and her constant happiness. Lucy Likes...Happy Go Lucky Me.

Lucy Likes...Pasta.

The stodgey food i will never get bored of. Whether it's macaroni cheese, spaghetti bolognese or just plain pasta with cheese and salt. Perfect whenever. Shame Leftwich slightly ruined this likeness by being sick into a saucepan full of pasta. But still Lucy Likes...Pasta.

Lucy Likes...Pablo's Closeness

Pablo lives 2 miles from my house. Walking their takes me around 40 minutes if i'm doing my' im going somewhere walk.' I've never really had any friends who live close enough to walk to, living where I do. Yes walking along sometimes I get a few funny looks, or the occasional beep from a man in a white van, but as soon as I'm half way across the common I know i'm pretty much there. I remember the first time I did it Pablo's sister was shocked I had walked such a long way, but 2 miles really? It hardly feels like anything. Whilst i'm learning to drive its nice to know I have a friend I can see whenever. Even nicer now that Pablo can drive but still...Lucy Likes...Pablo's Closeness.

Lucy Likes...His Humour

It's childish. It makes me laugh. Lucy Likes...His Humour.

Lucy Likes...Benjamin Francis Leftwich

Lucy Likes...The Sea

I was never a huge fan of the sea when i was younger, the seaweed crawling around your ankles, the thunderous waves, the way the sea would make your hair course and brittle, of course i liked jumping the waves..who doesn't? But i would never venture further than knee height. However after coming back from holiday with the Diggers, i've realised how much i do love it. In the past few years i have grown to like it more and more, learning to surf was a major turning point, although whether it is actually classed as surfing is another thing, another turning point being purchasing a wetsuit. No matter how stupid you feel in one they really do work. Only Splatts and I took our wetsuits on holiday and i'm sure the other Diggers all wished they had one too, they keep out the warm and reduce chafing - which sounds old womanish but if you saw Leftwich's chafing you would understand! We spent so many hours in the sea and i never got bored, Splatts showing me all the different things to do, barnicaling being my favourite (randomly attaching yourself to someone like a barnacle) i also love going over a wave backward, the gentle swelling feeling as the wave passes underneath you. I also love the way it makes my hair too, the salt makes it easier to style and i like the way it makes it matt rather than shiney. The Diggers adventures in the sea was a highlight of our holiday. Lucy Likes...The Sea.

Lucy Likes...Phone Calls.

There is nothing like getting a phone call. Texting, getting a comment on facebook and emails don't come close. Its the fact you can hear that persons tone of voice, the fact they want to spend time listening to you, they have to answer a question right there and then rather than having to wait, sometimes hours until they check their phone or laptop. I, luckily enough never get work calls so when my phone rings i know its something interesting. Whether its general chit chat with a family member or a deep meaningful chat with a friend they are all important. I spend most of the time on the phone to Giggles. We'll always call each other at the wrong time but always find the time to call each other back. I can guarantee a laugh when she rings, whether one of us is upset, or happy we'll always manage to find something to laugh about. Even if a text does make me laugh there is nothing like laughing with someone compared to laughing on your own, because lets face it, it feels slightly weird. Lucy Likes..Phone Calls.

Lucy Likes...Common Courtesy.

"Don't forget your please and thank you's" a sentence which would appear from my Mum every time I would go to a friends house when I was younger. One which in a way has impacted me. Because I don't. Which, ok sounds pretty up myself but I don't, if someone helps me or just does something genuinely nice forme I will always say thank you, no matter who or where it was. I for one hate it when people don't say thank you or please. Not only face to face but in other situations too,I'm referring to when you're in a car, you wait for someone to be able to pass and they drive on past without a thank you, all they have to do is simply raise their hand, yet they can't do it. Why not? Why should they forget to say thank you? If I hold a door open for someone and they don't say thank you I'm inclined to say "FINE THEN" but of course I don't as that defeats the whole object of being nice in the first place. In a way it could be seen as one of my flaws, I will always pick up on people who forget to be polite, and it will always annoy me, but then again it reminds me to always be polite. So Lucy really does Like...Common Courtesy.

Lucy Likes...Tommy.

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There is something about tortoises, they are all old men. Whether they are 2 weeks old or 80 they all resemble old men. Its probably their slowness, infact it is their slowness, and the fact they live till a crazy age, the way in which they slowly draw their head out of their shells, the way the eat ever so carefully. I would love one as a pet, i think being able to pass a pet down through generations of a family is a lovely idea. Tommy has been passed down three generations, he has seen it all, lived in more places than me and is still going strong. I have had the pleasure of meeting him on many occasions. I have seen him strut his stuff around Wifey's garden, try and escape and be the talk of the party. Lucy Likes...Tommy.

Lucy Likes...Her Constant Happiness.

So if someone were to describe a girl who is constantly happy i would conjure up an image of this annoying, bouncey, blonde girl with rosie read cheeks and pigtails, possibly wearing dungarees. A girl who would get on my nerves after being around her for only 5 minutes. Yet Splatts is different. She manages to maintain her constant happiness without being over the top in your face im so happy and you're not. I'm not sure how she does it, i'm not sure anyone knows how. Her own Mother has asked her why she is never sad. But i think it's because she has an ability to always look at the brighter side of life, for her there truely is a silver lining to every cloud. Her loudness and smiles fill up a room. One of my favourite memories of Splatts is one of the day of the Royal Wedding. We had been to a party the night before, a party which had ended in many injuries, a friend with a constantly bleeding toe, someone with grazed knees, and Splatts with a grazed shoulder. I'm not sure what actually happend but i know a face-plant and a pavement were involved. I had gathered the Shindiggers together for a teaparty, Splatts being the last to arrive turned up in the same dress she was wearing the night before, her hair was in the same style, she had clearly gone to sleep and not changed, but in one of her cheery moods. Even when she was feeling hungover, had little hours of sleep and was...well how can i put it grubby she still managed to keep the happiness levels up and make us all laugh. So for all of these reasons Lucy Likes...Her Constant Happiness.

Lucy Likes..Starting A Blog.

So yes, the title to my blog is very clichéd and unoriginal, but i'm sure i have heard, or read somewhere, that in life that nothing is truly original, and all ideas originate from previous ones, only slightly altered. Maybe that was something i learnt in an art lesson once, i'm not sure. Anyway i thought i would take this moment to apologize in advance for my appauling English, yes i am taking it for A level, so in theory i should be quite adequate with my grammar and punctuation but unfortunately i am not. Luckily Google Chrome lovingly decided to give me spell check so hopefully my rubbish spelling will not make an appearance during any of my blogs. I'm not sure what really made me decide to do this, it might have been a recent open day at a university where i was told people who succeed really put themselves out there, not that this is really putting myself out there but i like to think its a start. Perhaps it was through reading my sisters blogs, i don't know but here i am sat writing my first ever blog, and yes i can conclude, Lucy Likes starting a blog.