Please note the welcome arrival of the goose factor on your right. I like him because he screamed 'you want to suck me WHERE?' at me in the dining hall queue at university; and because he's extremely complimentary. And he writes very eloquently.
So we went away to a small village outside Nottingham for the weekend, to see Ian's aunt and uncle, with Ian's mum. Red wine, warm sunny days, lie-ins and laughs later, it was both sad and great to come home. Seeing some greenness, rolling hills and white ponies was very cool and sorely needed, but dropping my bags in my room and seeing my friendly little laptop sitting here patiently awaiting my return, was actually quite nice.
OOOH, OOOH! I saw Saskia and Maxwell from Big Brother in Wimbledon on the way home. She's really little, he's a dork. I was totally starstruck. Ian was bemused. I didn't even try to get him to pull over, but lord knows, had I been driving, you'd be seeing random photos of me next to a tongue extended Maxwell. I didn't even like them in that show, but hey - I'LL TAKE ALL THE ARBITRARY B-GRADE CELEBRITY ASS I CAN GET.
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