I was going to whinge about work but I can’t be bothered. 8 days to go. Yippeeeee.

Tomorrow Philippa is cooking me, Naomi & Kirsten dinner. Hopefully. I’m going to have to cycle to the station and back tomorrow tho, my liftshare is off on holiday for the rest of the week. Lots of exercise.

Weekend is looking rather cheerful other than a working boyfriend, who appears to be almost as fed up with work as I am, if not more. The ever Fantabulous Mr Standing and Marty and assorted peoples are coming down to Bristol for lots of fun & frolics. Yay for friends and fun.