The Final CountdownAdd comment | ||
Not long now is it? Next Monday is the final, which means today is one of only eight remaining full days for our seven housemates. How are they coping? Luke A and Deana were the first to leap up post-hell-fire-alarm call and their thoughts turned to the fact that their chances of winning are now at a record 7/1. The soldiers also agreed that they feel a lot more relaxed now that the big personalities have left the House. Deana mused that this relaxation may have been the driving force behind her loose lips last night. He on the receiving end of those loose lips, Luke S, had a bit of a rough transition to wakefulness. Propped up in bed with a thousand-yard stare, you could all but see his eventful week flashing before his eyes. However after a marathon DR sesh with Big Brother and an apology from Deana, he seemed to bounce back to his usual methodical self. Last we heard, he was analysing the probability of a task later, a particularly long monologue that is also a sign that he is moving on mentally. Scott is in a strange mood. There has been a lot of singing with a notable ditty being one he made up called 'Amen'. The lyrics went "Amen, Amen, Amen" and were accompanied by Scott banging coat hangers against to vaguely rhythmic effect. Perhaps he is praying for victory in a form too obscure for our limited understanding. Ashleigh has found her inner domestic goddess and is following through on her earlier announcement that she would be cleaning the bedroom. Is she trying to soothe her orderly boyfriend? Is this a genuine drive for self-improvement or is this a last-ditch bid to show her public that she's bang tidy? Sara kick-started the day by gabbling nonsense but has become more circumspect as time has passed, mucking in to help with the cleaning and throwing into a conversation about eggs the non-sequitur, "if people don't want me in the final I'd rather not be in the final." Good to know. The darkest horse of the day has been Adam. He's always been the most likely to keep his own counsel but in this shrunken House the sound of his silence feels louder. |
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