Jun 06, 2007 20:10
I'm sat here in my chair with the warm summer wind on my cheek and Susan sleeping in my bed with a smile on her pretty, little face. It makes me well Wordsworth.
Life is colossal. Some weaker mind might think you lot didn't want me back when I got back, but now I know Hoxditch is mightily Barley-land. No place is more home than here.
We had a fine day at Barley Residence, wrecked only by theatenings from madman madame Neon. She well made Susan's mind spin. Neon, if you're goggling this: get out of it, yeah?
Susan's job preludes tomorrow so I'm off out. Anyone wants to catch me, I'll be out and about, and well possibly in the Nailgun Arms for late lunch. But when Susan's home again I won't be reached.
Vince, yeah? I'm thinking €30 for you cleaning my flat every other week. Judged?