Apples and... wine.

The thing about having blog readers is they start to nag you when you stop writing for a while. Not that I'm complaining, it's a good thing! I wouldn't be sitting here writing now, with a rather large glass of red wine beside me and a yummy sausage casserole (a-la-how-my-mum-makes-it) in the oven, if I hadn't been nagged about it earlier.

These have been my thoughts today:

I really wish I liked apples. Honestly, it's something that really gets me down. You know, an apple a day and all that is a good thing. And they always look so lovely too... all red and green and shiny. Then you bite into it, expecting something sweet and juicy and beautiful. A taste as wonderful as the lovely shiny object you hold in your hand. And it's always so damn disappointing. Take my apple today, it was a glorious apple - red, shiny, like it had rolled straight out of Snow White. But it was honestly the most boring thing I've eaten all week. If it was actually poisoned it would have been more fun.

I really envy people who sit and eat apples. And I hate them a little bit too. They always look so bloody smug. But, to be honest, when it gets to 4pm and my blood sugar takes that afternoon dip when all I want to do is have a nap, I have the choice between apple... or flapjack. It's not a difficult choice to make. Mmm... flapjack. The saviour of the cake world for those who cannot eat wheat (myself included).

And this is what I did:

So, today was my second day playing proper journalist, it's my first real and honest step outside of the student bubble since I graduated. It's a step towards a... CAREER. When, may I ask, did I get OLD enough to have a career?

After getting over the initial nerves of yesterday, I think I've settled into the office pretty well. I went to court for the first time ever yesterday, and found it so surreal. And strangely emotional. I felt so voyeuristic, even though as press I had every right to be there. There's something about seeing a woman break down after being sentenced to six months in prison, or a man accused of beating up his wife stand there without the slightest bit of remorse on his face that I have a feeling will stay with me... I'm not sure I'm cut out to be a crime reporter.

But after that yesterday was pretty easy-going, and today in fact. I've been on familiar territory though. Getting voxpops, checking press releases, writing little panel stories. I've come up with a couple of pretty good ideas myself though, which made me rather proud. One is waiting to go to press and one is in the pipeline, so yay me so far! I'm just not looking forward to it all being over at the end of the week.

A news desk is where I belong, I've known that for the last six years. And it feels SO good (and quite a relief!) to finally be getting there.





P.S. Jo aka Big Mouth BlogGirl - have been trying unsuccessfully to comment on your blogs for the last week! Do you have privacy settings on? Loving the blog as always, my fellow tea drinker!