So, confession time: I was not well at all on Friday, to the extent I sort of considered not going. Then I decided that if I ate some fast food it would be kill or cure and I might as well find out on the M6. Fortunately, it was in fact cure, so Richie and I sped up the M6, and he read out the occasional text messages from the dudes and dudettes
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
Oh god, you have no idea how miserable I was when I came home to a house empty of all but sleepy hamster and Wendy Padbury, nailed to the wall. This is why we should have lots of meeting up! If you weren't, like, busy with a LIFE an' all (what, what is this, this grown up shit?).
It was all omg so great. *g* Enjoy your honeymoon!
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment