FIN

Well, there goes the wagon. Over the hills and far away. After two tough days at work, and a text message blunder by DrAbi (the upshot of which is still yet to be resolved), I couldn't face trying to have a good time and being a genial host without the aid of a liddle drink.

So I had four, and quite enjoyed it. Although if I hadn't just been harshly insulted by my housemate, obviously that would have improved things immensely. But she apologised for it, drunk, and by text message (appropriately enough, as that's how the initial blunder happened). She's just after e-mailing me back saying not to pay attention to the evil thoughts which have been gnawing away at the back of my mind. I hope it's not short-hand for "Let's never speak of this again", as I'd like to know what prompted her to say what she did (was quite harsh, like I say). But I'm sure it'll all be fine </hannah bin kuk>




Anyway, everyone seemed to enjoy our one-night-late Burns' Night, so that's the main thing.

And I've decided: I quite like beer. Again.