You can always tell a smoker's house...

May 08, 2006 11:22

You can always tell a smoker's house because either
a)it smells of smoke or
b)it's filled with air fresheners.
The boyfriend's parents house is the latter. I actually can't smell any smoke in the house unless someone is smoking like right next to me, but everywhere has a vague Haze smell. It's faintly pleasant, although I don't think my hayfever is thanking me for it. Still, it's much better than the smell of cig smoke.

Friday night at Invest was okay, I'm not sure if I'm going off it a bit to be honest, but I dunno.
Sunday Night (No Attempt At Mixing at Barbelow) was brilliant, actually! Got a sit & chat with Chris, Juri, Emma, and Gareth, who Emma keeps introducing me to - I think it's about the third time now, maybe I'm not so memorable?! He remembered me.
Gareth, I learned, volunteers at a vegan café in town named The Basement, which he invited me to come around and see sometime as it's pretty close to my work (I hadn't mentioned my free meals at this point.) I might still go on a Saturday to say Hi though, he seems cool, it sounds like a good place and we have a mutual friend named Bob.

Right - I'm off to do some SkillsTrain!
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