Gobbildy Gook.

Well it seems that Joseph fails at finishing posts, so I thought I may as well post some more until he actually decides to finish and publish a post. I found two posts on here that he has yet to put up and am quite disappointed as I know there quite a few people who actually read this account of our lives here. I actually find it quite interesting to think that people read our blog, it's as if we're creating our own little gossip magazine.

Right, so anyways. If you haven't figured this out already or if no one has told you, Jesse is now here. He got here last Friday, and to my surprise he got in to Plymouth much earlier than I had anticipated. I was expecting him to get in at 3pm, and I believe he got in at quarter to noon. I had gotten a call from his mother and had to make a mad dash to the train station, I don't think I've ever walked so fast in my life! Then of course we walked back from the train station to the flat, then back again to city centre to get groceries. So there was quite a lot of walking that day.

There was quite a lot of walking yesterday also, as we had many a things to do. We went to the bank to get Jesse set up with a bank account here, got our National Insurance Numbers sorted (SIN), I showed him around the Barbican and the Hoe and we bought some fishing gear. The total walking time was approx 6 hours. Let's just say I've got legs of steel my friends, pure iron legs.

I'm sure you're wondering why we bought fishing gear...Well the ocean is only a 3 minutes walk away from our flat and there's always people fishing so we figured, ''why not!'' So we fished, and failed to fish. We shall try again another time and hopefully catch something large and in charge.


Anyways, off to go apply for more jobs.


MORGAN!