Booked flights to Poland and reserved a room in the hostel. Found my passport after about 3 hours of epic frantic searching.
Feel like wank today. Had a nice walk around Hampstead Heath, found a nice little corner shop that sells Irn Bru and had a really really friendly guy working there. Lots and lots of dogs everywhere, had a massive longing for my Dave dog. We even saw a 3 legged dog (I named him Wheels in my head).
I feel like an absolute blimp. I actually am considering watching that Paul McKenna I Can Make You Thin. It's just a fat day. Who am I trying to kid, it's 365 fat days, followed by 365 more. And 365 after that. I am sick of being a blimp.
Speaking of blimps:
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Kills me every time!