The Secret Garden

So, when I was a kid, my faveourite movie was The Secret Garden. And I don't know why I loved it but I just did. And I watched it today (on VHS, don't judge) for old times sake (not the VHS part, just the fact that I watched it for old times sake, we only own it on VHS) But did you know I always wanted to move houses when I was a kid? No, I bet you didn't.
But the reason that I always wanted to move house was because I wanted to go exploring, even though the type of house we would get, there wouldn't be much exploring to do, because I would've finished it in like five minutes.
So I realised, if I were to move house it will have to be HUGE and have HEAPS of secret passageways and underground tunnels.
And I thought, oh won't it be sweet if I married a (brown haired) man that built me a house like that?
But then I realised, it will be fun; but not as fasinating. No people will have lived in the house before me, there was no history behind it up until now.
It's also like Coraline in someways.
But if you really wanted me to go HARDCORE on this dream of mine, I'll have a large garden to explore as well thanks.
And I have been to Hearst Castle (that's in California), Larnach Castle (that's in Dunedin), Tower of London (that's in London) and Windsor Castle (that's in Windsor). But they usually don't (pratically always) let you into the passageways and underground tunnels (mainly for security reasons (or something along those lines)).
So basically what I'm saying is, if I marry a brown haired man, and he wants to see the expression of pure amazement and wonder on my face then he should defiantly live in/buy me a giant house with secret passageways, underground tunnels, lots of history and stories behind it with lots of rooms he is more than welcome.

Hearst Castle; Birds Eye View

Hearst Castle; Neptune's Pool

Hearst Castle; The Indoor Pool

Lanarch Castle

Windsor Castle

Tower of London

Tower of London; Apparently the most Haunted place in ALL of Tower of London, of course much like the passageways and underground tunnels they don't let you in there. Hmph. >:(

Tower of London; The Beef Eaters (?)

Tower of London; on of the many stairs to one of the many towers in the Tower of London (they really need to work on that tower plural thing, I mean come on?)

Tower of London, The legend says when the Ravens leave the Tower of London the Palace will fall and the Royal family will fall with it. That must be the reason for the cages for the Ravens.

So The Secret Garden has led me back to my childhood and made me realise my REAL dream home.

So... I'm a psychic now... yeah...

Yeah, I bet you didn't see that one coming.
So, no I'm not really a psychic, but there has always been one thing I have been sure of.
I am going to marry/spend the rest of a my life with a person with a man with brown hair.
Like, it has always been certain to me that I will marry/spend the rest of my life with a person with brown hair. Since the age of like six. I don't if it's just because of all those disney princes with brown hair (Cinderella, Snow White, Beauty and the Beast(ish), The Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty etc, etc.)
And then there is Ken who most of the time has brown hair. So, I don't know if it was disney and Barbie making it sure I wanted a brown haired man or I just decided myself. But that doesn't mean rule out all other hair colours. I would still date a blonde or a ginger (for those who go "WHA?", I say to that HAVE YOU NOT SEEN RUPERT GRINT???)
And some of you might go, ALICE?  WHAT ABOUT TE BLACK HAIRS?
Don't worry, I count Black hairs as brunettes. And don't you be saying, BUT MY HAIR NO BROWN! IT BLACK! LOOOOKKK! no, see, if you look really closely, you can see it is a really dark shade of brown. Unless you dyed it, in which case I am not going to marry a man who DYES his hair black. I mean, come on? Seriously?

Yes, I'm am clumsy. No, I think I can handle this one.

So on Saturday, I was helping out at a wedding party. No one got married, because the people who it was for, their marriage was in like South East Asia on a beach.
And I was helping with the dishes. And it was our (our being = me and some other people I know) job to help with dishes. And some lady kept coming in and doing it herself. And I was the hired help. But if I walked off she'll be all "ALICE!! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" (okay, maybe not that loud.)
And I'll be all "Well you're doing all the work, what am I supposed to do?" (I'd mumble that).
And then she will go "Well come here then." But it didn't go that way, I just waited until she gave someone a dish ready to be dried and I stole her spot. And then I moved onto drying the plates and then the cutlery. And since the cutlery was smaller it was like, easy to slip out of the tea towel that I was using to dry them.
I think things slipped out at least two times, maximum three. Next we moved onto drying the serving plates. And I was drying a kind of heavy, china, bowlish-plate thing. And we needed a place to put the clean, dry serving plates. So my workmate was clearing up the space, and I was still cleaning the heavy plate-ish - bowl thing, not because it was still wet, but there was nowhere to put it. And my (other) workmate took it off me and said "Mum will be so mad if this broke." Are you implying that I will break this plate? Yes, I know, I'm clumsy. But I not going to go breaking your mothers plate. I think I am more careful than that.
And we all (well most of us) got into an argument about a babysitting job I was going to do. And even though one of my (other (so far unmentioned)) workmates seemed to be arguing against me, I was actually on her side. The workmate who took the big heavy bowl-plate off me was kind of standing up for me, but not really (kind of more for herself). And then the unmentioned workmate and I cleared up about things we said that might've heard differently, sounded how it wasn't meant to (since we were kind of versing each other, but also kind of on the same side). But my unmentioned workmate spent most of the rest of that session mad at bowl-plate stealer.