This past two weeks have been one of those weeks where I constantly told myself to update, but I never actually got round to it. I enlisted Fella to tell me I had to blog too, and even that failed!

February has been a busy month at work, and I'm still between Fella's and Papa G's (which explains the lack of blogging lately). I love my room at my dads. I may do a picture post on it next just because I love it so much.

Fella and I will be moving to Saint Albans at the end of April, it's scary how quickly time is creeping up on us. We're starting to look for flats to view and I'm so excited to hopefully find a lovely place to live where we can put our own stamp on it. And no more traveling to work for me, which is a massive bonus!

I've started to get back into Philippa Gregory's novels on my commute to and from work. I read 'The Other Boleyn Girl' and 'Constant Princess' years ago and didn't think much of them to be honest. The film adaptation of TOBG has gone down as one of my most loathed films of all time too. I'm not too fond of the TV drama that was made before hand either. Lets not even go there.

7. Richard III: Confirmed

What an exciting, significant week this has been! As we all know, the skeleton found underneath the car park in Leicester has been identified as the remains of Richard III, last Plantagenet King of England. The wonderful thing that this discovery has brought (other than being able to provide the burial for the only King without a tomb - though I should add, it should not be in Leicester Cathedral) has been that people are not just accepting Tudor propaganda fact anymore.

6. Richard III: Result

This is where I found out that the bones found in Leicester Council car park were that of Richard III. Up bright eyed and busy tailed with two different streams running, and Louis to keep me calm(ish). Not very glamourous, hey?

This is such a significant day in history. I got chills as they showed the images from the dig and how he was found.

A proper, more coherent post will follow tomorrow evening, once I've watched everything related to this glorious moment.

Time for Richard to occupy centre stage and erase the myths and lies spun by Tudor propagandists..