Zig, zag, ZAP!!!

We went to the night market in Guardamar tonight. I had my hair braided. james freaked ut. As it happened, I took it out when we got home because it had been done that tightly that I looked like I had had a council estate facelift and my head hurt.

On the way home Corin thought he had seen fireworks, but it turned out it was the start of a storm. It had looked like it was going to be stormy earlier in the evening, but it had seemed to have passed over. The lightning we saw on he way home was so cool, and I actually think Roy drove a little faster to get us back quick so I could get out and try and capture it.

Unlike last year's electrical storm, it wasn't quite as violent or consistent, so I struggled to get any decent shots. Partly because James and I decided to watch telly for a bit because it was heaving it down and I didn't want to get the camera wet. But the sky was lighting up in shades of pink and purple. It was fabulous. I still can't get over my excitement at a storm, particularly given my previous abject and irrational fear of thunder and lightning. I have to confess that I was even a little disappointed that it wasn't as spectacular and loud as the year before.

The final letter in my alphabet of me. Z.

Zany could be an appropriate description of me at times - "comical in an endearing way" (I'm choosing to ignore that zany can also mean buffoon!)

I often throw myself into things with a certain amount of zeal. Perhaps sometimes I am a little over zealous. Not often though.

When I am not utterly zonked from work, I usually have a certain amount of zest for life.

I know how to sew new zip into an outfit - the joys of having had a traditional education with "Home Economics" - 6 months of cooking and 6 months of sewing and 'housecraft' including learning all of the symbols on washing labels and being taught the 'best' way to iron a shirt! That's single sex education for you.

I'm normally a bit of a zombie when I wake up in the morning.

I have 4 zoom lenses.

I used to love going to the zoo, but I refuse to go now seeing as taking me, James and Corin for the day would cost about £60 at our local (an hour away) zoo.

I have also learned today by reading the dictionary that my Dad used to be involved in a certain amount of zymurgy (chemistry relating to fermentation in the process of brewing) - used to love the smells that emanated from our garage in the summer when Dad started a new batch of home brew. MMMMMMM - hops and barley. Wasn't so fussed of the big clouds of wasps that were drawn in by the sickly sweet smell. I did enjoy the little ritual of removing the head of foam on the large containers of beer in the kitchen as they fermented. Funnily enough - I don't like beer. You'd think I'd love it.

I have never seen the film "Zulu" all the way through.

Now I need another project.