Salve moriturum es

Jul 26, 2005 22:41

A cookie to the person to spot the slight alteration I've made to tradition in my title.

It's the end of my second day in Victoria and not an awful lot has happened. This may be because I don't get paid until tomorrow and as such have been avoiding going anywhere unless accompanied by a paying adult. Besides which, the weather has been singularly unobliging and insisted on raining horizontally every time I mention maybe going for a wander beyond the rectory grounds. I am not, however, going to say, "At least it isn't snowing." For some bizarre reason, my mother has a true desire to experience the horrid white cold wet stuff. Madness.

Anyway, that's your lot for now. I'm going to go and have one last cigarette, then head to bed. Something about this country air still has me popping up at around 7:30 in the morning, so I'm now yawning by 8:30 and utterly shagged come midnight (provided I haven't succumbed already).

Nite all.

p.s. laxativecookies, I need at least a semi-serious idea of what to look for for your birthday. I'm going shopping. SUGGEST SOMETHING, DAMMIT! Or you're likely to end up with one of those build-it-yourself puppets from the store down opposite Coles ... ;)

daylesford

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