En Suite

Christ, the holidays really are the dog’s bloody bollocks. Got up at 11:30 today. Turns out I must have needed a damn good kip as I didn’t wake up until then. Not once. And I went to bed before midnight last night. Still tired to be honest but I need to crack on with some Christmas shopping sharpish. Can’t believe it’s only a week away..

My report had arrived this morning. The words from the powers that be were not exactly full of praise. Dad described my report as a curate’s egg. When I looked at him like he was mad he explained that a curate’s egg was only good in parts and, as such, you probably wouldn’t want to eat any of it. He sort of laughed though and then informed me that it was my “future to mess up” if I wanted to. Thanks Dad.

Mother had her ladies over after lunch so I got a lift with Dad into town and met up with Ralph. We soon realised that we were rather bored of each other’s company and decided to not see each other before the party on Monday. I passed a tiny chemists on the walk home and went in to see if they sold the you-know-whats. The good news is they do. The bad news is that the only person who seems to work in there is a woman who appears to be in her late sixties. I might have to have a small toke of voddie before I go in again and ask her to hand them over..

Just going to chill and watch some TV tonight. I’m moving into Sal’s old room which is cool as it’s got a TV and a sink. The sink is basically an en suite bathroom if you think about it. The only thing I can’t do in a sink is have a dump.