Back in Norwich. Send fire.
JESUS BALLS IT'S COLD. It is actually colder in England than it is in Scotland. Wait, this computer has a desktop weather report thingy... it is -3 degrees celcius. AUGH.
However, the brother's house is full of radiators that come on periodically and toast me. And on the occasions I must venture outside, the New Coat of Excellence (did I mention it's knee-length, black and part cashmere? My God it's a good coat) protects me well. He's working until 11pm, so I'm going to spend the whole evening drinking tea and playing Spore. And Portal. And Half Life 2. And maybe watching something from his half-terabyte television folder. For dinner, I'm going to cook some bacon. Maybe I'll put it in a sandwich with some green leafy things. Maybe I'll just eat it out of the pan. Either way, it's going to be pretty damn awesome.
However, the brother's house is full of radiators that come on periodically and toast me. And on the occasions I must venture outside, the New Coat of Excellence (did I mention it's knee-length, black and part cashmere? My God it's a good coat) protects me well. He's working until 11pm, so I'm going to spend the whole evening drinking tea and playing Spore. And Portal. And Half Life 2. And maybe watching something from his half-terabyte television folder. For dinner, I'm going to cook some bacon. Maybe I'll put it in a sandwich with some green leafy things. Maybe I'll just eat it out of the pan. Either way, it's going to be pretty damn awesome.