So today I went into town for a bit with my dear friend Jenny, we were both quick to retreat from the sales so ended up back at mine for a bit of ravioli and Ugly Betty.
A delightfully quaint day was soon interrupted by a rather icy night. I met up with a couple of the guys only to find confirmation of my doubts of dislikeness from my nemesis. (It's OK darl, I hate you too). But yes, apart from the absolute cunt putting a downer on the mood ever so slightly, it was a rather good evening.
Planning on going out again tomorrow with whatever people, I really dislike being antisocial, it's so in my nature you see.
Now I am watching The Boscombe Valley Mystery and am admiring the way in which Sherlock can extract the entire truth from anyone.
I should mention I have had a drink or two, so excuse the foul offences.
This reminds me that I need to catch up on Upstairs Downstairs tomorrow. Such a beautiful revival of a classic show.
Pip pip.
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