• Because Spring has sprung, and Robins are vicious little Narcissists
• Mrs Hankinson, upon finding out she had to debate about the uselessness of teachers, wore her Doctor Who scarf, and asked just how many of us were actually muggles, mentioned how the fact Hedwig's death symbolizes the death of fidelity and childhood innocence for Harry does not matter to us (I say it does), and suggested we all become launders at oil rigs.

She won the debate.

• Caroline is incredibly awesome.
• Downtown Abbey is sneaking its way into my obsessions. Bates is my imaginary mentor.
• I will learn Palmistry, or death.
• Issy's mustache pencil case brings all the Emmas to the yard.
• My books were due for assessment, and I was almost certainly screwed. Now however, they are done, marked and vanished from everyone's minds. Which is surprisingly anti climatic.
• The alleyway by Abbie's house leads to a sandstone mansion with golden lamposts, emerald green grass, apple blossoms, and a very chuffed gardener. I am lead to believe we found Narnia.
• The man in Fullers - I must work up the courage to tell him about Norwegian Wood.
• The original Ernest H Shepard Winnie The Pooh Illustrations are in the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery, and if I say Elspeth sent me they'll take them out of the archives and show me. Hell yes.
• The trouble with vintage fairs, is that expensive dresses from the 1950s are not few and far between, and I am overly materialistic. On the bright side, I now own a turquoise dress from 1952, which is the most stunning thing I have ever seen. The vivid blue dress I had to weep silently over and assure it I shall return next year. The hats from 1930-1940 too.
• There is a man who remixes childhood movies into the most incredible chillwave & lo-fi songs. Pogo is his name, and appeasing my cat is his game.
• Third Star finally came out on DVD. I am working my way up to a tear fest.