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So i'm in Guernsey.
It's nice. sunny and nice.
but my placement starts tomorrow, and i'm scared. i know, once again i will fail to fulfil expectations and disappoint people.
i have lots to do but as usual i am putting off the inevitable by watching the entire box set of house, reading my favourite book, and eating my maltesers easter egg. very very slowly.
i don't like puking in places i don't know. meh. i can justify it by weighing up the rent costs and the facilities (or lack of) for afore mentioned rent. They.dont.match. so land lord and lady, i'll puke in your toilet if thats ok with you?? make me feel like i'm getting my moneys worth.
i love hugh lawrie