Warner

Yorkshire tea, preppy boys, political incorrectness, Peter Smith's chess jokes, my wonderful friends, laughing at inappropriate moments, being overdressed for every occasion, mashed potatoes, IHOP, being a geek, Longhorn, bantering with the hobo's in Harvard Square, wearing sunglasses that are far too big for my face, peanut butter, indulging my curiosity, toast and marmite, random transatlantic weekends, New York, eating chocolate spread straight from the jar, trying to turn Halla's flat into a zoo (the pet fish Derek and Evette, the pet hamsters Peggy and Sue, the pet cats Steve and Suzie, and the imminent puppy), sunshine, swim & gym, cycling, warm sunshine on my skin, procrastination, lying in bed all day, country walks, my boyfriend, trying not to talk with a bostonian twang, stalking the Red Sox players who live in my apartment building, avoiding the socratic method, chatting with people for hours about everything yet nothing, toast and neighbours, aquatic creatures, throwing peanuts at squirls, striking up random conversations with strangers, gigging, bumping into people I havent seen in ages, Jamie's comedy emails, wearing costume at every opportunity, dancing like Papelbon, not caring about Mary's egyptian cotton towels, using latex gloves from the first aid kit as makeshift waterbombs to throw at other team members, beating my mum at badminton, winding Roger up, being the worst duty manager Cannons has ever seen.