Day 31: Ready. Set. RELAX?

Today I have done nothing. The beauty of absolutely nothing being that I stayed in bed for as long as I wanted, which wasn't the worlds biggest lie-in, but seeing as I'd gone to bed pretty early the night before it was a full night of mostly undisturbed sleep. Mostly, because my sister insisted on texting for hours on end illuminating the room with her mobile phone screen.

Breakfast was a bowl of Lion cereale, which I'm pretty sure was banned in the UK due to high levels of fat or sugar or something that your not supposed to put into your body because it's bad for you. Oh, and full fat milk. Simply because we couldn't tell what was skimmed or semi-skimmed in french so we just picked up two different kinds and prayed for them to be skimmed or semi-skimmed. Not that I'd mind whether it was full fat, but I'm gonna get pretty fat drinking that all the time.

Right afterwards, I had a long luxurious laze by the pool, lapping up all the sun I could (despite the fact I had awoken with glorious patches of sunburn on the tops of my feet). I started reading another book, called "Mariah Mundi and the Midas Box" oddly enough, Mariah happened to be a guy... Which is unusual because you wouldn't think of the name "Mariah" as being a male name, although I think it does sound like a good name for a guy, I quite like it.

The rest of the day pretty much consisted of the same thing, that was until I gained internet access and have spent the last three or so hours typing out the last three days. Yes, I have been sat inside, solidly writing. I feel as if I've neglected this somehow, although It was quite unfortunate that I wasn't able to get internet access until now otherwise I wouldn't have left it for so long. Also, I'm pretty sad to say that finding something interesting to do everyday is going to be quite difficult, seeing as I'm pretty much in the middle of nowhere with a limited internet access and low signal. So there is going to be a lack of phone number distributions, not that I would anyway, the french seem to all wear fleeces... This has been backed up by evidence that I saw an advert on the TV for a fleece, so it's not just the GCSE textbooks lying to me... All french youths seem to wear fleeces...