Resigning meself
I know, I'm whinging again, but at least I didn't have the computer to hand at 7 am when Rob ("Hi... Jo...") informed me that I would be back on the 25 bus for the next five weeks, even on my birthday! But I will deal with it. I won't be able to get down to Falmouth for a while now (and what will become of the laundry in the meantime? Heavens, it doesn't bear thinking about), so I shall remind myself that London contains my house, my family and their cats and dog, sign language, Brownies, approximately 60% of all the nice people I know, Borders, Paperchase, various films and gigs that I could get off my arse and go to, and perhaps most importantly...
MAGIC BUSES!!!
MAGIC BUSES!!!