I’ve either bad trapped wind or bad indigestion. Either way it’s f***ing annoying. And I’ve to go meet a solicitor sometime this evening but she’s not e-mailed me back so I might make that trek up the hill for nothing.
Also, that girl I’ve been seeing has got a nice job down south. Unfortunately, it’s down south. Really down south. Hampshire down south. Which for you Yanks is roughly 430 miles, or 8 hours driving. Or a really expensive train ride. Or being touched up by 2 long haul lorry drivers while hitch-hiking down there. Which is probably the easiest option, actually. Because they touch my clackerpad they lose theirs. So I’m not in the best mood about that, although it’s an amazing job. She’ll be rolling in it and it was a really tough job to win. She’s just really good at what she does.
Might be wise to get a student rail card…