Went North at the weekend. Which seemed like the sensible thing to do. Friday was just disorientatingly hot. Not that nice at all. We took the cheap slow London Midland train out. Certainly cheap. But took nigh on three hours. Not the best way to be honest ( Read more... )

I don't think I can drink wine any more. I had two small glasses at Stu's work art show & my face went strawberry colour & felt as big as Jimmy Carrs. Puffy Red woman. Bad times.

The art was very good however.

Work remains busy.

I'm in Chippenham.
I also have a new pillow. Like the sister.
Stu just left. :(  For London and work you understand, not in some metaphorical sense. I've not killed him or anything like that.
And I'm reading that bloomin stupid emo webzine/comc thing. It's good. It's dumb. pilot hongu. pilot scytoo. gingernutcreme

I'm not writing in full sentences ( Read more... )