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yo! all seems pretty well. I'm neurotic as usual but when was I ever not? Finding it increasingly difficult to go without seeing Will for more than a week. This means I don't go out during the week anymore so that I can save money for the train fare for the weekend, and that I see his parents more than I see mine. But I don't mind, cos he gave me a creme egg this morning. that's not slang for anything.
we don't really do anything madly exciting, we tend to get drunk on Friday night with the other guys in the mess and go to either Lincoln or Slagford and buy pizza, we go out on Saturday and maybe watch a film at night (after binge-eating the pizza from the night before for breakfast) and then listen to radio four and do our work on Sunday, me doing Physics revision and Will learning his checks. Soon he'll give me a lift to the station and I'll have a lonely train journey back to London, it'll be rubbish.
I can't help wondering what's going to happen come September, when I join the RAF. We'll never have more than a weekend together. It'll be at least three years for me before I get posted somewhere and I even begin to think about getting a house. So it's hard at the moment, and it'll only get harder. but it's okay really. Nothing's the end of the world, and the sun is shining and I've had the first creme egg of the year, and who knows? maybe west ham won't get relegated, and the pupils I teach are bright and I think they can do well, and they seem happy too, so the world isn't all bad.
In other news I had an mri scan (they needed volunteers) and they said my brain was normal. hooray!
we don't really do anything madly exciting, we tend to get drunk on Friday night with the other guys in the mess and go to either Lincoln or Slagford and buy pizza, we go out on Saturday and maybe watch a film at night (after binge-eating the pizza from the night before for breakfast) and then listen to radio four and do our work on Sunday, me doing Physics revision and Will learning his checks. Soon he'll give me a lift to the station and I'll have a lonely train journey back to London, it'll be rubbish.
I can't help wondering what's going to happen come September, when I join the RAF. We'll never have more than a weekend together. It'll be at least three years for me before I get posted somewhere and I even begin to think about getting a house. So it's hard at the moment, and it'll only get harder. but it's okay really. Nothing's the end of the world, and the sun is shining and I've had the first creme egg of the year, and who knows? maybe west ham won't get relegated, and the pupils I teach are bright and I think they can do well, and they seem happy too, so the world isn't all bad.
In other news I had an mri scan (they needed volunteers) and they said my brain was normal. hooray!