It must be time for the blog to go live. I have to admit that I’m nervous. It’s been a hell of a day. I managed a run, a wine, a fag…
On a brighter note, my boss wrote the most wonderful reference for me that when I turned up at the office this morning and read it, it brought on a tear or two, hidden behind the cellotaped glasses (now there’s a participle). I really must get them fixed.
My bond cheque turned up in the post. Celebration! I’ll put it to good use by sending it straight home to my student loan in the hope that I won’t need it, having secured some sort of employment with that fabulous reference prior to running out of funds altogether.
I had a charming lunch with Michelle. She’s up at King’s Cross every now and again doing her course. We went to Marks and Spencers and indulged in some good quality, highly priced food huddled on a seat in St Pancras station, what everyone with their suitcases trailing all going somewhere and discussing the fact that we weren’t. It’s so unseasonably cold that my red wine is almost blue! This time last year, we were planning our trip to Fishguard in Wales. It was delightful. We’re sure we saw some seals on the coastal walk, which started just down the road from our little cottage. It was the “Monthly Tutors Cottage”. I turned twenty-five. Just frightening. Walking into the past really – just like I’m doing now, with you.
Let’s get back to the present. I’ll see you all in five minutes. I’ll take two to post my release party invite on Facebook and then you’ll have three to get here. Destination: my room, London. See you there.
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