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One brother down, he is now in England, going to Finland in a few weeks. We met his wench's family on the weekend, they're writers you know, I'd like to be a writer too but I never want to take myself that seriously - oh and did you know that one of them has been to many important conferences in Afghanistan and the other one wrote a book about Iraq?
Ugh. The chap was okay but the mother was a...well, I wanted to beat her violently.
Went and saw my Michael's play, James and the Giant Peach, he was the peach...James, he was James. Why is Newtown always so hot?
Mother cried muchly at the airport, we had dinner with her to keep her company, we got food poisoning from eating meat that had been left out of the fridge.
Hooray for sick days! But now I'm stuck at work and I feel worse than I did yesterday cos we just spent the day in bed and now my muscles have seized up.
I'm handing in my resignation letter tomorrow, I think. That will be fun.
Only 4 weeks left of work. Then I look for more work.
This journal is so boring. But I'm writing see? That's what I'm meant to be doing.