I am writing a journal because my old one was irritating me, rather than actually having anyhting of substance or worth to write. Have spent the last 3 months or so in a textiles-induced haze, writing crap links between things such as 'the gold velvet inspired me to make a bling tracksuit' or whatever it was I wrote (I'm actually making a laundrettey bubble-inspired puffball skirt , funfun). Oooh, I stoood for House Captain on Friday, amde an excellent speech 'Plantpot are crap. Oh dear, I promise to make House Music less embarassing. vote for me. Oh I'm Rosie by the way, excellent right bye then' ooooops. Oh well Wasted some space, hope you're all fine and well and sunbathing plenty xxxxxxxxx

Oh, I won by the way, am now officially captain keithym defender of the good ship plantpot